spicks & specks

xv. stains

the one thing that keeps me
trapped inside the pits of fire
is the sweetest fruit;

the one that stains
fingers and tongues
with desire.

a juice bitter, biting at my thoughts,
drowns me in the memories of many
warm nights when you were mine-

days that now seem so close
blow away in the haze of
a thousand longings.

memories and you were so real.

holding me, i felt secure, and now,
i scramble to keep the simplest
of thoughts from spilling seas
when i gaze at your haunting face.

i wipe off my fingers,
pleading the stains of us
to leave my soul.
i can't bear them any longer,
they've become too heavy to hold...

the sweetest fruits
leave the longest tastes.

and you, my love,
will be with me for
the rest of my days.