Sweet Rush

Sweet Rush

The night grays at getting older –

I clasp my hand in yours,

Are we close enough? I wonder

I wanted to split you open,

I wanted to split me open – as my past

Tinges my love with the dews of sorrow.

I have become my shadow

To lift from your pain, to caress your empty lips

I bare my heart and

I bear your heart –

They read when the words

Have finally gone to sleep.