Then Was Good

His beauty shines brighter then any starlit sky.
A body sculpted too perfect for any human being to handle
Eyes without true hue or depth dances on the edge of something in-between
No words for the colors, but simply heavenly

Under bare feet and exposed bodies
Rain falls hard upon already petal soft skin.
With lightheadedness the body quivers

His loofah lather he paints his temporary image of an angel
Letting it wash away as quickly as summoned from thin air
He stole a mending heart causing straight paths to become broken roads
Transfixed in what he realizes he cannot manage or be ready for
Breath is breathed in deep so hard the aching aches

One last kiss tingles lips in tease and taunting of always wanting more
Those kisses will never be quenched.
I swallow using one of my small functions still left and in control of
Emotional strings still live and grow

And with a glance is when he saw me: all fibers my whole being
Now he doesn’t see me at all for that I am
Then he needed me whether a temporary fix or to be in the know
Now he needs me not
So he can repair what’s been destroyed out of selfishness
And I will find my way onto that same lonely road as before I walked along