Where We Move
There's a place where we move past infatuation,
where blazes cool and become embers that are
still lively but must be acknowledged
and touched to recall the fiery origins of.
And all you ever have to do is brush your hand
along my face to soothe these unceasing clocks
and make me remember exactly who you are.
Because there will be days that bleed into one
another with little to distinguish their passing,
where our once careful guards withdraw the
same way tides pull back to reveal the sands beneath,
and the subtle traits we once found so endearing become
Raised voices and the prolonged quiet that
can take days to shatter the aftermath of.
But I'll still be there every night sleeping beside you
and keeping the promise we once made to never
part from the waking world fuming from what may have been said,
I'll still be here when your eyes flutter open
in the morning and my hand softly squeezes yours.
There's a place where we move past the opiate of first meeting,
where we know the other's stories word for word
and the chasms left by each flaw we've been too
afraid to show anyone else.
Because there will be nights when our better angels sleep,
where they withdraw and the words we scream crash
and crush us like falling tides beneath,
and the hold we have over each other becomes
A weapon more complex and deadly than a gun's loaded chamber
or the first taste of poison because it is unseen,
has already burrowed deep into us.
But all I ever have to do is pull you to me and
close my lips around yours to stop time's cold
passage for a moment and make you remember who I am.
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