Soaking his hand
Held over my mouth to still the screams
Not with tears,
But saliva as I licked his palms
Absorbing the scent
Nostalgic.
I knew these days were near done.
Looking across the street,
Her eyes caught my gaze,
Her hands reaching, ready to pull me in...
I'm not ready.
I suck my tongue, tasting the dirt
From a day in the Sun.
He sneezes, the hand holding my mouth shaking,
And I feel him crumble from inside.
It's all a dream, these trials
I know he'll release me soon.
Yet I urge him to hold on,
My eyes wet with the strain
To speak,and he turns
Finally.
I see his smile,
Wishing I could taste it too.
