(The Pause Before the Trigger)



Tonight.
My dear please gather
For I am lost.
Somewhere beneath, beneath your
Presence.
Why? Why it's like,
Like the last hope of
What I desire to find.


My fingertips, my rising touch.
Beside your ear, beside your soul.
Through your hair, through the fields of memory
Across your neck, rumbling with a gentle hum.
The life is flowing.
Almost a glow.


But,
Gentle is your breathing.
and too much for me to hold.


My grip clenches but far,
Away from the purity of your warmth.
Cold it is, sharply freezing to the bone.
Seeping like a waterfall, through my veins
and into the empty chamber
Where the light grows dim.
Flows, dim.
Without beating, in place
Aching, for forgiveness.


What have I done wrong?
Please, don't leave me here
In the distance you fade.
Why.
Why I feel. Empty.
Almost as if, the universe is born.
Where must I run?
Shall I walk instead?


Please. I ache only;
Life is this reward?
I want you, but why?
Why do I need you, and what for?
This is fine enough.
This delaying anguish.
and I should fly instead.


My wings, are wrapped around your body.
But so detatched they are,
For I am the specter.
I've met my match.
Please my dear.


Gather.
Just breathe.
My love, just breathe.


I see it now.
My wings are yours.
I fly.
But only through you.


I am the specter
And you are in flight.
Goodbye my love.
Goodbye and goodnight.



The pause.
The Trigger.