Within Our Quiet Space

The resonating drought

Gives me goosebumps

Erupting from within

My diseased mind crying

With an inaudible voice

I can recall my childhood

Pressed between the pages

Of my unfinished work and

The unrecognizable hope

Lost with my innocence

And my granite path splits

Under the carpet of my flesh

Beaten with sorrow until bruised

With a kaleidoscope of loss

My lover's words are released

On his celestial exhale

Swallowing his syllables whole

I choke on the rhinestones

Of my fallen tears and

He collects the artifacts

Left behind without meaning

And his embrace baptizes me

Memorializing the present and

Everything else is dismissed