I probably shouldn’t have
kissed your mouth, but
distances kept disappearing
I could hear the path of
your eyes tracing
my hands and legs,
my lungs exhaled
their grasp on death,
a former life I clutched
for so many wasted years
you said I seemed aloof
about my drawings
pieces of myself crammed
inside of a box
abandoned and crumpled
you said I was
beautiful
and it was just too intense
for a fleeting second, I thought
I should make you leave
© 7.1.13 heather brager
