was it possible?
for me to have fallen in love with you
for just one night.
like an insect trapped in resin,
the perfection could only last the moment,
lest all the beauty fall away.
insincere flattery and hypothetical promises,
you said you’d wish
for nothing more
than to have me. just tonight.
your voice, like smoke and honey,
linger on my skin and on my lips.
in all your inebriated cynicism, you were
tell me, how does that smile taste?
how do your lying eyes
and smirking lips
become a kiss?
is your tongue as sweet as your sadness?
your embrace as tender as your looks?
or your passion as complex
as your confessions?
those kisses i can almost taste…
is the intensity in your eyes a plea? or a bargain
tell me, were those careless, empty promises
worth one night?
a year’s worth of work
to beautiful men with beautiful eyes
and beautiful smiles
to lingering lust on lying lips
and in blatant gazes?
i will not yield
to your stories or your smiles
your half-truths, compliments, or confessions
wrap your arms around my waist
and your whispers around my neck
but whatever you do, you will not have
if salted winds off the distant ocean
can calm the broiling beneath my bones
let its waves wash over my body
and carry me away with sea foam
pearls of affection aren’t enough; neither
is care constructed of flawless architecture
my heart is barely a shackle for my emotions
my mind has no leash on rational thought
what if love is just a scam?
and happiness, a con artist?
sadness, a byproduct of a game
gone terribly wrong?
save me, love,
from this heart drought
and manic ambiguity
the weight of words
holds me steady.
their wavering imbalance
threatens my fall.
penciled in on crumpled sheets
voices trapped in penned description
water caught on rims of crystal glasses
lost before the point of breaking
and shining droplets permanently poised
in the echo of stilled wind chimes