Forget Me Not

Through-out the night music in motion was my poetry, so many beauties captured like still photos in the movement of skin, like peace billowing in the wind, the white flag finally thrown up, and one world seperated from all the rest, Dampered only by the fact that one-sided regret, is wallowing in the waters of the ocean, in which we now drowned, though the fires of our passion burned through the vigil night, now rooted in the core of my earth, Beauty touched my lips. . .my eyes. . .my soul, finding freedom from haunting ghosts of the past, in a blanket of comfort, his taste living on my lips, toe curling stillness, liquid nitrogen burning through our bodies, He breathed art into my skin, through eyes of beauty, disturbed not by the thought of the outside world, If only time had frozen in our wake, and this love we made had never come to an end. . . For who can love you like i can? who can breath the life of art into your lips? The silence settles as the waves crash onto the gray, rocky, morning shore, i drop the flower i hold into the depths of the darkness, watching it float down from the cliff, and whisper its name, hoping the wind will carry my tender voice to you, -Forget me not. . . .