monument

For You

As I walk through these corridors
One face remains
Through the light and dust
A face of fire; of purity

One that any man would feel thankful to wake up next too
To have her inside his veins
To have her all to his own
His own campfire that burns through the seasons
Always lit, always a place of comfort
Always a part of his marrow and well-being

This women
This Pisces
A soft voice spoken as if it must pass over one pillow
And into your ears
Calming all fear; settling the soul
She is my fire
I am hers

She doesn't so much enter as explode into a room
Voracious curves; a body like a battle axe

Lost in her is where I have been found
All my errors and questions lie across the table

Now all I have isn't silence, but absence of presence