praeteriti temporis est semper

Does your breath depend on mine the way
My breath cannot without your air?

In the silences do you sometimes wonder?
Is your truth hidden away?
Is tucked in every night with sheets of deceit so that not even I can see or glimpse it?

Bestow on me then, the courage to have faith
In the brave hearts of men and women
The ones we touched
Those that maybe touched us

Because true love they say; is always in the past

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She said; I want you to love me

An echo of dark rooms

of candle-lit walls

and I

melting like the wax to their wick

in the palms of your hands

so gentle

rhythmic

beautiful

for a second taken aback by the beauty in the masculine face

the tight grip

She said; I want you to love me

but don’t ask me to speak it

instead just listen to the sound of my breathing

She screams now when I doubt her

I can almost smell the scent of her hair

her skin

her heart

and I want to lover her

endlessly

in the downpour of our mistakes and pretences

She says to me: I want nothing to come of this

yet

in the morning she cuddles me

wraps my arms so tightly around her that I cannot picture them being around another

and I scream at her

I love you

I love you, you just haven’t found me yet