Ode to his eyes

I’ve withered inside like a plant drained of life
The sun infects me
Heeds me,
From the hierarchy of light blue skies.

Drawn to the warmth, like a moth to flames
Those flecks of jade
Forged a fire inside a field of hate.

Gleaming wonder with every emotion
I gaze upon these creations
Like a love between cultures

The strength in a gaze
Can bring a man to his knees
And a woman to drown, sometimes weep.

Arms outstretched, hands raised high
If I break away too much,
I fear I might die.

Purpose

There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do as long as I have you.
I’d travel across the world and lay with you in the clouds while we watch the stars.
My body moves to the rhythm of your heart beat beneath my hand.
I am not enough, something is missing.
I feel incomplete.
I wake each day with a purpose, and today there is nothing.
I’m out of tune.
No graceful pep to my step
My eyes wander as if we just met.
I’ve failed you.
I’ve failed us.
I’m one step away from simply giving up.
We’ve retraced our steps and it’s suddenly out of sync.
My heart does not beat.
I do not breathe.
Lifeless and alone—I have nothing.

Wakeless Nights

I sit awake with the warmth of the sun upon my restless face.
Eyes not yet open, but coherent.
Thoughts from the night before surface
Staining my heart for it already weeps.
The sweet sorrow from the loss of him.
A resting place that once filled my very being with a sweet, sweet bliss has now come to this.
Eyes flung open like the curtains that shut out the moon of which graced me with the presence of a supposed deity.
Where is he?
Why must we continue this game of hide and seek?
Have I not suffered from the lack of your masculine embrace and the touch from your enviable lips?
I’ve remained in this bed through a moonless sky
Gently greeted with the presence from the world’s night light for which the coyotes praise.
I shall remain where I lay, in this sheet of angels until you return to relieve me.