weep, angelically

i want to touch you as much as stone
can desire contact with skin.
but i need you to close your eyes
a little bit, blink, because your stare
renders me immobile.

i promise this won’t last a moment.
i need you to not fear the half-second
darkness of a blink, the consequent
easily-forgotten brush of cold stone
lips on your cheek.

you can leave the weeping to me.
it is with much regret that i’ll feed
on your absence and send you far,
far backwards in time, but maybe
that’s when we belonged together
better, when maybe i was much less
harder. much less colder, and moved 
shamelessly under the gravity 
of your gaze.



2015.jul.01