The moment when...

My, my.
Something about time
Mortality
Beauty
Time and
Love...

They turn a mans heart to a lyrical puddle
Causing words and emotions to pour
intermixed onto the page
not unlike the blood and bile
of the very same mans being
pooling in front of him after a depressed night...

My love, my heart
be still for now.
Hold me close and I, you
Tears fall on my shoulders
A shudder felt.

I hold the rush of emotions
and tears and hot hot blood
crying in my arms.
Your eye meet mine
And in a split second our lips meet.
Your lips, hot with emotion
with love
with fear
with anticipation
meet mine, cold, unknowing
afraid.

I deserve you, but you,
you my dear,
deserve better.
Yet here you are
Holding me against you
waiting
yearning
hoping
Everything can be ok...