You know I'm not a big fan of this whole "having a body" thing, but then he kisses my lips like he can't stand to breathe oxygen that doesn't come from my lungs like he wants to drown in this taste for the rest of time like he will never get enough and kisses my body like he's the sacrifice to some God promising he'll melt a bit of himself on my skin with every kiss untill he's completely consumed and squeezes my head to his chest so tight I ask if he'd like to absorb me completely and he says he'd like to if he could so yeah it's alright sometimes I guess
October knocks at my door and it asks for my pieces to be glued together
I ask him, why is it that every year I welcome him in my home he tears me down this way
It just is the way it is
Do You think the trees do not miss their leaves? Do You think wild animals do not long for sunlight?
Do You not see the rest of creation mourning with you? Do You not hear the lamenting scream that rises from the soil itself? Do You not see the uncertainty in which it all lies?
(Do you think they have any choice other than to trust?)
Do You think YOU have any other choice?
The trees lose their leaves and regrow them in spring, the animals hide away longing for a little warmth, it will be provided rest assured
Yet they do not live with any certainty, but they know the world takes care of it's creatures
It takes care of it’s creatures
The way the earth spins to put us to sleep it lulls the mothers that sway with their child in arm
The rain that falls as it can’t hold anymore while we cry on the kitchen floor
The stars and the moon that shine to let us to see the face of our lover even at night when we’re tangled and so close