HERE IS WHERE YOU LEFT ME. [ON-GOING]

9.

IX.
YOU

I want you—
to find my invisible tattoo,
with your blind hands on my skin.
turn the labyrinth into beautiful escapade,
and unlock the mystery of why we love things that can't be.

I want you—
to lock me in between your lips,
and guard me with whispered words.
I am a willing prisoner, I surrender.
death sentence can't cure how I've badly been dying for you.

I want you—
to hear moaning those poetries crafted within you,
while I’m pulling the strings in your head
and pushing my whole novel in you.
indeed, libertine poets.

I want you—
and this sinful tragedy.
If this is our last night
to sight this beautiful universe,
I want to feel this poetry
over and over again,
like a forever
shaped into a moment.
If this is our last night,
I want you to feel that
I want you.

only you.

-darrylrxx