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.