Burn Pile

To the boy with eyes like amber
You have lips like rose petals
A hurricane and I’m water
You pull me in and off we go
There is a current under your skin
A small dose of lightening in a bottle
I am parched
Every morning I capture sunlight in your finger tips
I wish I could paint your laugh
A remix of purple and pinks
A gorgeous sunset
I remember I tried to find God in your veins
I wrote scriptures on your bones
Manifested a revival in your muscle memory
Do you remember who I was before the fall?
Before each greeting was our lips fighting a senseless battle of unspoken emotions
Before your name became my favorite word
Before being called your “friend” felt like an insult
Do you remember me before I started waking up tangled in your limbs
This will be the hardest farewell
I will sacrifice heart and sinew to exist in your world
I will become a scrapbook you bury in the shadow of your subconscious
You will remember me in unwanted dreams
And I will accept it because it helps you sleep
I will always sacrifice my voice for your comfort
Let the sleeping dog lie, afraid of being bitten
You are my greatest secret
No one must know who you are
So this will the poem I burn
It will become a symphony of ashes
You don’t get to know this is about you.