flipping pages

let go of me 



soaring high is when

I express love to you

it was liberating

it was translucent

it was selfless

it was without an agenda

perhaps it will run out of fuel, one day



but in the moment

it is real

real as flesh



you have no idea

having them all blocked

my thoughts

all hidden

what I show is not what I intend to uncover

I still want to be undressed

by your fingertips

your whispers

and your warm, warm breathe




I am sorry, love

I had pushed to much

it wasn't supposed to be heavy weighted

I love you,

I do




you won it all

while I lose