to forget is to lose

So that you may never forget our intertwined hands or how I listen to your heart beat and swear my own has ceased to running fingers down your clothes finding every wrinkle and crease that some may call imperfections as I call them comfort, warmth. For the security of this love against the raging storm of a life that is far to cold, far to cynical and far too old, young and in love to fumbling fingers, desperate touches and kisses that linger to not trying enough and losing your way as shaky breaths on necks communicate the words we can’t say and all fire in desire is left to convey the feeling of your hands on my face as some kind of consoling embrace. Searching our eyes for temptation’s lies and we’re going too quick and a breakneck pace sends us hurdling down to love’s lonely place when you’re gone and I’m gone, left to sing a sad song. A love not lost but absent in time with the hollow it left lined by the knowledge you’re mine to a foul lure to others and the comfort of touch to giving way to pressure and allocating lust. To never forget my tears on your skin and the way that you held me from outside to in and how your heart beating kept us alive rekindled fire by the tears in our eyes to never lay rest to the thoughts that are you and all of life’s pleasures love puts us through.