you’re not mine anymore, I gave you away to the silence of
life. silent because we no longer make the noise of plans, of arrangements, of mouths on skin, of prayers soft, of background music, of giggling, of silly animal sounds, of stirring spoons in morning coffees, of sleeping breathe and weeping eyes. my mansion of memories added another room, your room, that you haunt with side-glances, knowing smiles, and outbursts of laughter. But I gave you
away. you’re dangerously insatiable I could
not find it within me to meet the
need. And you’re worth every need, every want, every drop of passion that pours from your heart should fall into the right mouth.