Psyche

 

Yet, when you turn away, you never leave me alone. Your inner being still ponders me as I'm left with a fading poison. Stumbled with composure, stuck smiling, replaying what is ours;

 

Our memory, our story of how we came to be, how we are.

 

This thing you do with your juicy mouth, the way your tongue slyly rounds your lips and disappears; makes me shiver with lust. How you can tame a butterfly, with hands so big. How you can hold my hand so softly, as if I could fall into a thousand feathered pillows. In spite, at the same time, the power possessed within that hand can crush diamonds.

 

Those hands intertwined with mine, those hands towering mine; remarkable.

 

I can love only you, want to desire only you, but our memories we create can only be created in the past. For you are not mine, nor will you ever be.