santé!

polite words collide,
quickly followed by angry eyes
and breathless minds.
we've gone past love now, my love
we've reached eternity.
just as waves clash against
relentless grey rock,
your eyes betray you
as they always have.

i shall think of you
and think of hot summer days
when we would lie and not touch
for it was too hot.
i shall think of you
and think of cold winter evenings
when the only warmth to be found
was in your arms.
i shall think of you
and think of hands caressing hair,
lips seeking forehead,
mind seeking heart
and hearts seeking love.

polite words collide in a world of sorrow,
and my cup runs over too.
there's only so much grief that one can bear
after which it flows over and falls to the floor,
where it is met by misery,
longing and loneliness
shock and sadness.

for it is always when i look down,
when i tear my eyes away
from the ocean of your blue,
when i tear myself away
from your hot embrace,
when i pull away
from your love,
that i see the world as it is.
misery, longing, loneliness,
shock and sadness.