your window. Looking out to the darkness,
not a single star in sight. But it didn't matter.
I had you in my arms; your perfume filled my nose
like a drip of water to exhausted lips.
I had it all. Your long brown hair rested
on my arms, an animal so comfortable where it lay.
your stories. How this one simple rectangle gave you light
when your candle would not burn. It was then,
I was inspired, lifted above my original frame
and into a brave new world.
I had found my keys to the door that avoided me for
you. The smile that would light a fire inside me
that still burns to this day. I was told to extinguish that flame,
but I cannot. No amount of respect or longing can silence
the voices. Only time will do the nasty deed. But even then, I will always remember