transient

I go wrong

When our feet slap the pavement in unison and my heart hurdles at three times the speed of your lazy-lash blinking, I am doomed. For less than a second I collide with your windowsill irises and curtain quirk of your eyebrow, and I collapse. You leave no walls surrounding me; I am decimated and completely yours.

you control me.

Your legs are longer than the days and nights and weeks that separate us, but still I follow them through your curves and caresses. The nape of your neck calls to me and I believe I can move mountains between my shoulder blades when I catch your scent. Smile for me, darling; I want to see you bring civilization down to its knees.

I go numb.

And then I am gone; you and I are no longer on a city sidewalk, and my synapses are overridden. I taste coffee in the morning with your fingers in my hair, and there is the distinct scent of private jokes and looks and moments colored tender. I hear forces calling us closer; can’t you see us growing old together? Forever is feeling us with its probing hopes and dreams.

you end everything.

Somewhere in the pause between your smile and a whiff of your perfume I blinked and you were gone; before I had the nerve to join us together, cuticles and sweaty palms, you quickened your pace. You are nothing more than another face, another pedestrian, another love. You are nothing less than my future, my passion, another love.