I may keep this all inside where 
my heart can still see you.

In time I will become
more dreamlike to you,
more akin to abstract faith
rather than flesh and bone.

Maybe I'll last longer this way.

You'll miss me the same way I'll miss you,
it'll only be allowed to come in fragments.

To pour over you 
as an undamaged coda.

A fall breeze that will sweep your locks
just like my fingertips would,
each strand was pure silk to me,
the strings of an infinite instrument,
if I play the right sequence of chords,
my name becomes a whispered melody.

The heat that still has me tangled
within the most fevered dream,
you're sealed tight around me,
transducing a message in moans.

And no matter how much I begged,
no matter how you felt me convulse,
the hot confines of your mouth
remained demanding and ravenous
until every drop was devoured.

In time it may be a flicker to you,
a needy glint you'll be able to read
and remember in the eyes of another
when it was once everything to me.

In time I will become
more dreamlike to you,
more akin to a sensation
rather than flesh and bone.

Maybe I'll remain inside you longer this way.

A fleeting spark among an ocean of stars
or the edge of a vibrant rainbow,
arms that encirled you in the dark 
when the cold began to close in
and we both knew you'd drive away,
far away back to the sprawling city
where I could still find you 
but could no longer say your name.

Maybe you'll remember me 
the next time your body becomes
a dark map that I once roamed,
a contralto rasp escaping parted lips
and your music fades into the night
as all passionate cries eventually do.

In time it will be a song 
you forget all the lyrics to
but remember the crescendo of.

I may keep this all inside where
my heart can still touch you.

You'll remember me in little moments,
it'll only be allowed to come in fragments.

To flow through you
as an undamaged coda.

Maybe I can be forever that way.