Finally.

I played my favorite music through your earphones to lure you

to share with you the dull droning,

to show you the potential for clip.

I made you come to me,

and you did: repeatedly.

You lay your sick mouth against mine

and the sad slow moments passed between us 

like two tug boats in an empty harbor,

drifting away.

In waiting I tormented myself constantly,

like a deep pond stirs in a storm

churning, thrashing

stretching out luridly

lapping at my own shores

waiting for you as if

you were the lightning strike.

and you were.

You slashed into me deeply, splitting the curtain

and entering

silently, stealthily

crashing to the core.

Illuminating the insides thoroughly

fleetingly

I grasped desperately at the electricity

as it passed between us

and then you were gone again

with my surface still quivering

and all the fish dead.

take it all back

your red mouth a round circle against my ear

whispering your in-between things during the

dark times

the make believe times.

I always knew the great truth of us,

that we were listening in clip that

it couldn't sustain

but I pushed further.

You asked me to Leap!

and I resisted,

but there is no great sadness,

there are no lessons to be had here.

life is a fragile ever changing arrangement

and you have become a quiet memory

that lurks in misplaced polaroids and

voicemails that were never deleted.