The low, dark sky shivers, like bedclothes
Drawn gently back across your skin.
You shiver, swallow, catch your breath,
Arch your spine,
Stretched out like satin against my hands.
The world around us trembles.
I close my eyes,
This moment all too much
For me to bear;
These final, desperate seconds,
This one last dance
Between you and I.
When we were younger
And not so ill-at-ease,
The corn whipped so sharply
Against our legs,
As we ran towards forever,
Do you remember?
The sun as harsh as sandpaper
Against our cheeks -
Worn down by tears
We cried in jest or parting.
Don't you see?
We can no more be those children
We once were,
Than those children
Could ever find that vast,
Vacant
Horizon
Where angels danced between the waves,
And winter never comes.
So I'll give you this;
This last goodbye,
This final time
When skin meets skin,
And that tired, well-rehearsed sigh
Brushes wantonly across your lips.
I'll give you this
And then I'll leave,
Because this world can never weather
What we have made it be.
Perfect dark must always give
To the watery lights of winter,
And in that light,
And in that moment,
When your eyes brush across my skin
Like the satin sky that shivers
Across the ground;
I know we're now too far apart
To ever feel that corn again
As it whips against our legs,
As we run towards that
Happy, hollow dawn
Where angels dance between the waves -
And love can never die.
