Untitled #34 - Marriage

You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me that morning. Then you kissed me—I felt heat on my forehead and I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you.

Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end— I peeked at you; a pink flush tinting my face and shoulders. It ran its course, the course of fire, setting a path to the depths in between and to our souls. 

You bent over me; your hand caressing my face as though you had felt it too — you must have known then, how I wanted you. Two more chaste kisses and a breakfast later, our bodies separated while our souls held hands.

Friends and parties, we went through the motions. Four years and counting, I bend over you; my hand caressing your face as I know you feel it too, how I want you. 

And we will always know that, you and I. Though we sign our lives together in a pact, our hands intertwined; our souls know better. The proof will be our bodies.

Untitled #33 - Distance and dark circles

Agony.

It's agony that keeps me awake,

Despite wanting to crash,

Into sleep's soft hands,

But the agony.

It keeps me awake.

And it's best friend, worry.

What if I'm not enough anymore?

Because all these video calls can never replace

Actual human touch,

Actual presence,

Actual you.

I miss you. 

All this agony and worry for home,

A home which I see changing at a distance,

Which I know should and will change -

But what if this growth takes us apart,

Two different directions?

The only home I know would be ripped apart

At the very seams that once held so strong,

And now it seems,

It only answers to sleep.

The dark circles are a lie.