To lose yourself in someone else

May seem a sweet relief

Sighing grief

Between their teeth

While tracing soft pale cheeks.

Gathered heat and tangled sheets

Paper, silk and ink

Vestiges of memories

Scattered on the floor

Stained with spots of bright green shots

Held in forevermore. 

Till stars appear before our eyes

In breathing’s labored grasp

Held closely in between the words

Our hands so tightly clasp.

Crumpled sheets of silk and wood

Discarded on the ground

Words too much to even speak

Too much to make a sound.

Sighing gently

Silently

Almost like a thought

Whispered.