Part Man Part Lover

I look to you

and see an oasis,

something I could only ever

hold for the moment like a pool

of water leaking out the space

between my fingers.

Every kiss is stolen

by the monotony

of a Monday commute.

You are,

like my body

And everything it touches,

only there for a moment.

My greatest fear

Is dying

during your absence

in some mild manner.

Submitting to

some clump of cancer

shaped like the repercussions

of my overindulgence.

I dream of an escape.

To hear the engine

of some foreign car

as my would be accomplice

sings a sweet farewell

to our ancient life.

I want you

to be the end of me.

I want to shed this second skin

and scream God’s forbidden name

into your pillow.

I want

for this sweet embrace

to feel like the drop of amber which

encases the ant in a state of

accidental immortality.