A Beautiful Death

The loneliest of lights,
from the smallest of stars,  
comes on me tenderly,  
illuminating the pages
scattered on the bed.  
 
Looking through your words,  
I couldn't find the answer that  
I sought for so long.
Evidence of a love I imagined,
of endless images of your mouth,  
kisses so gentle they felt
as if from a summer breeze.  
 
All the pieces fit perfectly.  
My hand on your chest,
your touch on my skin,  
my eyes closed, lips parted
as I exhale my pleasure.
We pulled each other down,
drowning in our ocean,
A beautiful death.
 
Verses spilled from my pen,
conjuring a reality
that fooled me.
You were my
possession only on paper,
never anywhere else
as the words are stained
by the liquid emotion
falling on the pages.