Love Letter

If I was dying
Taking my last breath
Exhaling my life, then sucking it deep into my lungs for the last time
I’d like my eyes to paint your face onto heaven
A sight too beautiful to leave behind –
Those haunting eyes, piercing multifaceted visions, wildfire desires, spurned ghosts, tortured demons
Those eyes, hungry for every curve of my nakedness, unbound straitjackets, salivating with savage lust –
Drunk on my haphazard scars, reckless superstitious worship of my blind curves, libidinous demented frenzy
Arrogant gazes torching tender skin, unspoken, smoldering
If I was dying
I’d write our story; A love story via lonely, dejected poems
A tragic epic, melancholy, brokenhearted, meant-to-be
We had no chance, from the beginning
I was just your sacrifice, so you could find your remedy
You’ve never noticed my tears bleeding, heartless pain mutilating my soul
But I know there’s beauty in sorrow –
You know what they say… There’s no place like home
If I was dying
I’d wish you’d kiss me
Like I was everything that you needed to know
All of your answers, all of your mysteries; The total reckoning and recognition, of your soul
I wish you’d kiss me like I was your madness, your moonlight falling, your naked demons twisting time
The wilted flower upon your tombstone, the blood in your veins, your every tragic, last goodbye

I wish that I was your favorite fantasy, your greatest mystery, your anguished tears
I wish that I was your souls calling, the one you’ve died for these last thousand years

I wish that we, were a story
But there’s no story with empty words
No chance, from the beginning –
We had no meaning, just the absurd…
Sometimes there are more questions than answers –
I wish I knew if I was someone that you really loved
The next time, maybe you’ll tell me
And we’ll finally have our beginning –
Despite our ending

Before we’re blown away like sandy dirt and tumbleweeds in a Northwest windstorm –
Lost to the vastness of a timeless universe