Poison

When you fade into something like “love” it just doesn’t become a verb for a feeling. It becomes your religion and your faith however you want to call it. It’s the way the heart beats faster between you and your beloved. It becomes first your body, your heart, your mind and then your soul like you’re devouring some sweet medicine that never really goes away. Like a sweet poison that tastes like honey.

“Do you think the night will ever shine as bright as you?”
I asked as he counted constellations.

“Do you know why I count stars?”
He retorted.
“I count them for you.”

“Are we this close to heaven?”
I asked.

He simply replied.

“It ain’t heaven without you in it.”

O but to hear those sweet words like a sweet poisonous medicinal substance addiction.

O that smile.

Your body nearest mine.

As I’m holding your hands and we breathe one last breath of cold, fresh morning air.

You drowned me in your ocean and I’ve loved you in every life in every little single moment.