My green-eyed lover,
With your touch
As soft and slow
As your voice.
I feel you smile
Beneath my lips.
Perhaps in another life,
We were more
Than whatever it is
We are now.
Perhaps you once
Fixed my broken wing,
And showed me how to love again.
But not now my darling,
Not now.
You are not my cure,
You are my morphine.
A drug to ebb the pain
In the middle of the night.
The fire in my chest,
Burns a little less hotter
When my fingers
Are roaming your body
Like new territory.
And then,
I press my feet to your cold floor.
I dress in the dark.
And that my dear,
Is how this ends.
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