Rupture

No time is ever lost; we are just lost in time.
As our most lovingly whispered words slip slowly towards oblivion,
as our most fragile sighs whither away from every day demands and our passionate emotions perish in mindless chores and endless, merciless timetables,
I shatter my breathless hush and yell my anguish to the moon…
Did I wrong you so much?

Wasn’t I the one
who craved to warm your body in her embrace, draw your lines with her fingertips and color them with her kisses,
yearned to trace the shores of your lips as they smile idly at the sunrise and spread her lust allover them with the tip of her tongue,
longed to dance barefoot on the froth of fierce waves amongst the curls of your hair
and then lay her salted body to rest in a sparrow’s nest between your thick, tear-soaked eyelids?

Wasn’t I the one
who scraped her longing on the moon so the midsummer sky would marvel at its pale reflection in your eyes,
stood amongst the fragrant shadows of your body and let your deep, melodic voice sing her a lullaby,
stared at hazy clouds and misty signs beyond her marble balcony, picturing your starlit face amongst their ghostly light,
reverently whispered her wishes to moonbeams and nightingales to find their way through the night and melt in your dreams?

Wasn’t I the one,
who dug her nails deep and tore her flesh to bleed color on your empty thoughts,
melt her lust and dissolved her craving into crystalline tears to quench your perpetual thirst,
screamed for her tender whispers and mourned for her decaying smile to fill your deafening silence,
scorched her desire and torched her dreams to light your darkest nights?

So my beloved, my inestimable darling boy,
whose letters I hold sweeter than honey dripping from a butterfly’s wings,
whose fading words I treasure more than saintly hymns,
whose evanescent memory I assess higher than the burning sun that shines in your eyes,
oh answer my plea, and I will forever disappear…
Did I hurt you so deep to hear you say you know me not?