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Our Last Night Together

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The rain bathed us in a baptism of gossamer droplets,
Diamonds on a flesh canvas too real to try and change.
The moon presided as a priest and our hands
Tied together like an afterthought of judgment.
I did not know the world beyond his arms.

Standing tall against the backdrop of a late-night
Gathering, our hearts flew through the cloudless
Haze of our souls, wingless yet still fluttering against my throat.
We were alive, seeing more than nothing within the widened
Pupils under our eyelids; No, we saw the rising inferno

Of our descent to desire. Bated breath we found no
Catch, only the ticking of time that refused to freeze our
Memories. His lips pressed promises to my knuckles,
Married to the expression of wonder on his face,
We were the first and last of that moment.

Whispered “I love you’s”, and cradled bodies
Wrapped in a longing for something without name.
I am wasted with my fidelity and his letter beneath
My pillow every night, the promise echoing in the cobweb
Remembrance of my mind, Oh my love, Oh my love

Where are you? And still, ever more I am bathed
In a baptism of gossamer droplets, my hands tied
Together like an afterthought of judgment
I have not known the world beyond his arms.
Just a poem about my wonderful friend who I love dearly and is serving a Mission right now. So proud of him and completely in love with him.Love :happybounce: 
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jtobler's avatar
My girl dumped me when I got back -_-