a little space i call my own

lingering obsession, romantic salvation...

"the weight of water...

"this is for you,

"my dear...

i shut my eyes. i feel her skin under my mouth.

the sun hits my face. warming my face with its heat.

i took a look at her. she is ripe with sleep or her condition. she lays there, resting her own fingers over where mine is resting.

i leaned forward to kiss her on the side of her face. she just lay there. on the bed.

i thought.

if only my luck will hold...

To my dearest:

your hands erase the memory of others.
a part of you is inside me,
and i will always remember that.
you have made me give up all the secrets,
i am lighter now.
you talk of days stretching after days,
you believed in those days.
but i did not believe in them,
but i believed in today
your mother's blanket,
has the sweetest smell.
she had secrets too,
she is lighter now.
and i'm glad
i have told them to you.
your face shimmers in the water,
sometimes,
i think that i can i see.
i will feel and smell you
but you will never see my face
we will leave this place and not return,
in our dreams,
all will turn to dust.

i shall stop here. this is all i could provide. for her. for now.

good night.

a few landmarks away, so near, yet so far..