the moments

I wanna grab these moments by the hand

trap them before they part;

fix them atop your lips,

undress them, ascending, spiralled through your skin.

This one, in particular, I’d like to last forever,

so I won’t have to scrape it out of memory,

or crack open the acoustic shells

that hold in those disembodied cries of heaven.

If you weren’t so far away

I’d stretch your wrist from your socket

to watch you grow nearer.

But I know you’re many leagues distant

From the reach of my will.

I find you only hid amongst memory

‘tween pages of hands you laid on my shoulders.

If I was one of those that could walk on water

I’d miracle my way to your horizon,

and lay low on the tide, awaiting your face.

And these are the empty moments

that I can’t fill up.

These are the blessed moments

where I love you,

miss you.

These are the moments that are slaughtering me.

These

are the moments.