a sense
that something
went missing
pervades
the broken
after
this latest
falling apart
as if some of
the stardust
returned
to the cosmos
to leave me
missing
a handful
of essential
skills

i still
pine
for your lips
pressed firmly
against my flesh
long
for the succor
of your proximity
lay here
writhing
under the blankets
unable
to calm
the fire
in my belly
or the thoughts
in my skull

unsure
if the missing
sections
of me
are simply
the parts of you
that interlock
the fractured
leading
to a whole
that cam only
be found
in the sanctuary
of our
liquid metal souls
coalescing
beneath
the silvery moon
in a feast
of fiery passion

i woke
with your name
on my lips
this new definition
of beauty
leaving the rest
of the world
in a malaise of
faded shades
that can never
dream of matching
the viridescent
impossibilities
you so effortlessly cast
in the great cathedral
of calcified hope
resting upon
my straining shoulders