FICTION III (black coffee): Crimson X: Molt X
When I saw
Your blood rising manhood
And fast blushing lip biting expression,
Your breathing stomach
And your towered arms on my waist;
When I saw
Your pale soft hairless skin
Next to my exotic haired rougher skin
And all of your corners,
When you taught me the location
Of your every time burning scar,
When I noticed how much warmer you were
And laughed at the care you have for your toe nails,
When I kissed your coffee seasoned lips
And savoured the arts of your tongue,
What I saw
Was the temperature of the room
And the light coming through the window,
It was the sound of the city outside
Our little nest
And the weight of your breath
When I’d let your rest.
It was the pain and happiness of the same life we lead
And shared on that bed,
It was the glue that kept our lives apart
And the red light you put beside us,
The only thing that shone in all that dark.
It was the morning ticket to the late night ride
And the dish I improvised like I always improvise.
But, of all that I saw,
There’s one thing that persists.
It’s the thought of abrupt fall
And sudden flight over hills
Of all the continents.
It was how I didn’t love you
And you were what I know
Will be one of the greatest
Loves of my life.
It was how I didn’t need you
Yet I craved for you with
A freeze induced
It was how you made me see that
We were nothing. But life was everything.
I could be anything.