I wish to sip from that cup

guarded there in your hands.

I promise I’ll devote every inch

and drink every ounce.

I swear I’ll put eyes on top of eyes,

so stare if you must,

just as long as this last hour

is exclusively ours.

I simply want to lay in your arms,

against your chest, your breath

and the closer I get to the edge

you hold me even tighter still.

I go uninterrupted into the night.

You wait until everything has gone still

the room flooded with jagged light

there is something about your perfume

each inhale in our flower garden

the hours we spent on the lessons

with you and your beloved thorn,

still, your stubbornness wins

keeping me comfortable and warm

here as I begin to slip.