Biting steel but soft
Are his eyes as they shine
In the darkness where
Wanting is still a
Perhaps.
Lips curved and strong,
Breaking smile,
Breaking me,
Breaking heart
When I wake to a room
Without him.

Lines of his jaw,
Harsh and tempered with life
Where the dreams of his soul
Make their mark on my skin.
Shadow tense on his turned neck,
He weakens my gaze
As he stares and examines
The gracelessness here.

Storm eyes and brutal smile,
Hurricane kiss,
Lift me out of myself and
Deliver me splintered
To the dreams that will be
A fragmented reality,
Seeking his face,
Never finding his heart.

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