Savor

It was but an addiction so sweet
That I could taste it instantly
What sacrifice it is to willingly take
That which might mar me forever

As if breathing the air that brushed against her skin
Carried a tattoo that embossed my face
I stray from dependencies because they tax
Yet this one I cannot afford to live without

I can remember when I tasted this before
Despite having suppressed what I assumed forgotten
And could therefore not have known
How its absence has made me feel

What treachery they spouted to me
It is in fact reunion that makes the heart grow fonder
And this is why I hesitated to address you in the eyes
I feared losing my composure would have been complemented

I thought I was growing, here, alone
Yet the zeal I felt, the joy
At the possibility of your arrival
And the sigh which corked the same at your exit showed me hollow

If before my shell was thick and constricted
Imagine how you burst me from within
Now inflated, stretched and vacuous
I dare you to make my cup run over

For, be forewarned,  if I knew your taste again
I’d be reluctant to open
My eyes or arms again.

One last thing

Dear _______,

I don’t have much time.  I can only hope my words reach you before it is too late.  There was a moment in this tangled time that you were almost close enough to touch, and now the curls bring their backs together again.  I want you to remember that you still have a choice.  There is a place where the corridors are long and narrow, but dark and demented.  Love here is an excuse to hate, and this hate brings isolation.  Everywhere you go, no matter what you think is right, never succumb.  You were always more comfortable as one above the herd.  How is it possible to give yourself to the world if you sacrifice yourself to disappear into it?  I’m sorry, there’s nothing more I can do from here.  I hope that when we meet again, it is crest to crest.

Love forever,

_______