"Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind" they said.
Sat there by the window, drew up my knees, hugged them. Stared into the pouring rain, on Pink anthuriums and red ixoras Thoroughly drenched and dripping wet My chest heavy as I waited.
I knew that he knew, my restless eyes Could spot him in an angry crowd. He defined everything around me, The time, the depth, the joy and the despair. Shook water off his hair as he smiled, The smile he had carried since boyhood, my only treasure.
I wasn't even thinking anymore, it Suddenly felt so hard to cling to thoughts. Smelled the rain on him, before Tasting it in the hollow of his throat. I existed only where his dark eyes rested As desire shaped the rest of the night.
The storm continued to go wild around us, And the night kept watch, like a faithful friend. The rest was a frenzy of blurred images, The angle of his collar bones, the strength in his arms, His bony wrists and his perfect fingers. He gathered all my broken pieces as a breeze lifted off.
It felt like a distant dream, a vision, Even on the many nights that followed, The cold, wet, humid, quiet nights. Every time he walked away, he left behind A garden, one that grew roots into my veins And bloomed into my darkest corners.
Took his face into my hands And drew it close to mine, eyes closed. How long did it last? Did it even last? Each time he left, he took away a part of me, That I willingly let him steal , Deep down I knew, they were safer with him.