Our memories don’t have flesh,
Skin, Fingers in hair
No bodies entangled in bedsheets
With cigarettes butted our on our tables
Instead we have words, and photographs
And thirteen minute telephone conversations
About nothing in particular
And sweet nothings all night
You’d said the universe is signalling me to be with you
And that I deserve every word of what you say
You said that I deserved all the love in the world
And all the things lovers say to disposable lovers.
We have photographs of leather jacket and a bike
And faded jeans with combat boots
We have words, of comfort, of chemistry unparalleled,
Of proclaiming you as mine, mine, mine, mine
My heart looks for you, waits for you
In every breath I take, I think of you
Some days, I wish you were here
Some days I wish I’d met you again for the very first time
You take my breath away- my lungs don’t know how to breathe
On their own- without being sent the scent of you
Unrequited, as that will be.
A single word from you will calm me down
Night after night, as I wait for you
Unlikeliest as our situation is,
Deep inside, I yearn for you.
Early, as the dawn rises
Earnest, as my breath catches,
Pure carnal lust consumes my waking hours.
Recondite as you are, darling
Allowing this love to ebb away
Just as I open up to you.