Excuse Me, While I Kiss the Sky

i listened intently to every musing, still sleeping. eyes closed, heart open to hear them all. the space i held for stories. fated meetings, mystical experiences, ex lovers. pictures on your phone. a fucking ocean of space. let me watch from above, drinking you in. here, have some more. i’m not a stream that connects to you, i’m the ocean too. bigger than the space in my bedroom. water and air. i waited to be inhaled. drove myself mad with patience as your breath stayed shallow. the space wasn’t held, the door wasn’t open. i felt my bedroom close in. one way streets are for golden hours in rome. not love. love but not love. the universal type. detached. i sensed you wanted to merge with me the way you want to merge with everything else. we begin with velvety words and suddenly there aren’t enough, let alone soft like before. what’s your love language. turned into a demand rather than an invitation. it was always supposed to be an invitation because love doesn’t demand. so i won’t. i can’t. i will write. and i will pour what’s left of you out of me. so soon. maybe if i did this or that. no. i was there. i was present. i knew you were never meant to grasp. held tenderly but barely brushed in return. this moon tells me, extend your hand back to source. drink of me, drink of sun. what is broken is truly not. love shines through the cracks. blessings at the buffet. keep touching the light and touching others.