This bed is like a desert...
We lay in discomfort upon these mounds of heat,
we are the only two souls for decades...
Clutching each other,
this is much like suffocating.
Words fester to the surface of my mouth.
They slip rebelliously from my lips,
as I bury my face into the grave in your chest.
"I love you, and I feel so alone in it..."
Not even a sea full of tears could quench
the thirst of this desert.
No amount of blood could wash the dryness
that lingered upon my lips
That afternoon.
You did not voice a reply to me, my lover.
You did not ease my aching.
You have not yet put my heart back to sleep...
I wander soullessly through these hours.
For I seem to have forgotten myself in your desolate bed.
