freudianslip

full moon, empty heart....

When it's all said and done, in the quiet moments at the end of the evening right before I drift off to sleep, it's you that I think of. Years of laying side by side our limbs entwined and twisted into one of Picasso's imaginings. I crave your presence.. Your hair against my cheek, your sighs, the sound of your breathing..the way you held me so close.. Do you know you held me like that even the last night we were together? You touched my face and told me you loved me I look at old picturesI reread you letters your poetry. And how I want you anew why is it my feelings never died.. They were supposed to. They should've gone when we split up.. They should have gone when we said our last good bye.. If nothing more , with time..

The night you kissed methe first time...... sitting in that car of yours.. You said."fuck it.." and grabbed me and kissed me.. Even now I blush all the way to my damn toes thinking of it the kiss I thought of for so many months..(but would have never attempted)......... Damn. I'm still so much in love with you.

Some things are eternal