we are star crossed lovers,
torn apart by distance
and the fact that you may never
come home.

i whisper your name
to myself
at night, and bring you to me
in my dreams.

hand caresses face —
body to body
and fingers in hair —
not a soul's
worth
could ever amount to the weight
of your chest on mine
as you kiss up and down my neck
in the dark.

again, i rise, to
greet another day and gift it
with my tears of
absolute longing.

i am glass feet and
porcelain skin —
break me down
and shatter my soul
with the hardness of your embrace —

never again to feel
gentle hands
stroke tender arms.

i'd choose unrequited love
over a vacant vessel
any day.



ple