dexter

Another conversation,

Another dilemma I fall into,

Your words ever so alluring,

Pulling me in with this hand I can’t explain.

It’s not you I want,

Though it’s you who makes my heart beat,

Lover, your hold over me,

The cause of my gravestone.

Love never that long, 

Lasted a century between us, 

Through messages we leave unsent, 

Against the worlds we can’t collide.

I can’t put this simpler, 

For it is all I am, 

And all I am willing to give,

My eternal summer, forever yours.

- A