Chain-Smoking and Static

Of the pair of us,
You were crowned with glory.
The parting of two lips on skin,
And I breathe You in.
I feel You in the space where soul meets heart,
And spirit meets bone.
Deep in Your inner glow,
So golden and so bright,
I have become shipwrecked.
My ship beat itself to boards,
My body torn apart.
I fear sometimes to speak,
Afraid that You were never real.
You bathe me in the water
From the purest of all founts.
You give your breath to sate me,
And yet I never get enough.
I smell winter in Your hair,
Cigarette smoke in Your clothes.
And I evaporate.
You whisper the words
Hung in the spaces between the stars;
An ancient song so sacred,
So intoxicating.
I am taken to a place
That was never meant for mortal eyes.
My soul is raw from exposure,
Yet itching for Your touch.
I am Yours.


I am


                        Eternally



                                                Yours.











And I evaporate…