I still beam at the thought of you
Lungs billowing at a breath of you
Drawing you in till you dawn on my eyes
My lips ache for skin never touched
Teeth pulling at a mere echo of your name
Scraping by tastes lost in adaptation
Your words lie curled in my stomach
Whispered truths and a half awake smile
Spreading warmth and turmoil in my soul
Your eyes plead for innocence
Yet all you’ve known is distrust
And loyalty was my only offer
I cannot speak of you again.
Moonlit Poetry 