I Drink You In

I drink you in, as though, there be no end.

I ache your ailing spirit, as though, it were mine.

If I were set upon a lost ocean…

Whatever you found to be amiss…I would find.

Lover, it hurts so, when your world…

Resigns to the being of…unkind.

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Tomorrow will come and take us away.

Import us to the blues.

Retrieving each soul, as though we were never one.

In the deepest of my smallest conviction…

With all of infinity…

I will understand…

We have only just begun!

Fine Lines We Share

The fine lines we share…

Go everywhere, and no where, at once.

I ask her,

‘Will you love me, as I grow old?’

This is a questioning fable I have often told.

And, yet, the insecurities have grown less bold.

 

The fine lines have grown more pronounced…

Around our hands.

Our eyes.

Everywhere, youth can depart.

Other than, the smooth curves around our hearts.imageedit_6_3840277012