July

The man without a face has devoured my soul.
I watch him fall into my dream,
watch as his chest rises and falls as he takes his silent breaths.
I want to kiss those sleeping eyes and erase the pain within them.
I want to fall into his soul and ease the heartache within.
All the sleepless nights of longing for his face close to mine;
dreaming of a place where time is lost.
Where we become one breath, one beat, one movement,
one flesh; indistinguishable and melting into one another.
A passion so intense my soul has seen heaven and returned.
The taste of sweet innocence and confusion dissipates with our lovers kiss.
Your scent clings to the fibers of my soul.
I search for your skin on this night,
only to be greeted by my own.
The man without a face slowly takes his place in my shadow.
As the pale moon finds her place in the sky, he begins to take shape.
The air is filled with the cold night.
My foolish hands stumble across your smart face, palms outline the shape;
my fingers fill in all the details my heart wishes I could forget.
I touch your lips and wish them to be mine forever.
Slowly your features fade, my teeth cage the tongue that wishes to scream out your name.
The scull of the moon seems weightless in the sky.
I sit with the cold wind, we discuss the night.
I watch in vain as this love floats of a breeze.