Everything I Never Had the Courage to Say

down by the creek

Your honey-glazed eyes
make up for useless alibis,
down by the creek,
where we used to sing sweet melodies,
now it's filled with ghosts,
and shipwrecks, and things that make you weak.
The moment is a sealed film,
like fireflies making a path,
two moths dancing around the flame,
whispering his disyllabic name.
close enough to stay warm,
but far enough away from harm.

Flesh on flesh all through the night, forever the sacred ritual.
Yet you leave in the morning— so hasty and habitual.
Called me a thirst you cannot quench,
show me passion until we're both drenched.
Drunk on the thought that I am nothing without you, gloat 'til your ego bursts.
I don't know which is worse.
Lest you forget, you begged me first.