Do not fear the fluttering within your chest
Do not fear the inescapable, untold future.
Embrace the weightless wings attached to your spine;
Lifting you higher than even Memories.
What is the feeling of Bliss?
The warmth and prickle of lovers hands,
Surrendering to the tender harness of Winter.
We will both ache, whether we kiss or not
So let us be like sakura petals
Bright, short-lived instances of Life,
Immortalized in the brief flash of an ashen moth.
Soft, warm lips, caress my own in the dark
And the poison in my head is released.
Until reaching my heart
Into a time when
We once were.
I am tired of wasting hour by hour
Remembering what was and
Contemplating what could be.
I want to be done with Time,
There is no beginning, end, or middle
To the feeling you give me.
The cars lazily glide by, illuminating our Loneliness;
You beneath your hoo