Not All Is Fleeting

Cough syrup in pallid handling hands, this fear is substandard. The mirror in your eyes reflects a hollow projection of your voice. It is perhaps most audible to curiosity, thus the accidental invitation of your longing days. You said this was one concerning the auditory department of your stethoscope ears, so I bought you an organ as a bottle to store your thoughts. You say you feel, so feel and feel unstoppable. I listen closely to the way you feel because I love you.

The attendance of 'promise' is a clumsy house party; full of people, empty of commitment, but never will it be alike with you and I. In these grounds which we have grown so fondly of, we laid ourselves in its Earth and made love. These known hands will quiver in monotonous motion with age, but let it never be alone.

So let live sweetheart.
We were made for this turbulence,
as we were for each other.