say, you.

say, you,

were you afraid of dying young?

avoiding her pleasing tongue?

your eyes consumed her skin,

inhaled, smoked, swallowed

the air pregnant with her laugh,

the echoes played chase around your ears,

their breathing belabored yours

as you sweat.

and would you be kind and rewind

to the moments of tongues in cheek,

then, before your chest ever touched

her two perfect, curious hands

did run with care on days of weather

so unfair, then, your eyes of overcast

on her eyes of earth, yours of clouds

of storm forthcoming made hers, 

of rain, of mirthful stains.

so you,

do you miss your youth?

do you remember the death 

that came to her womb and spread 

to her most lovely head?

whom will you have,

have her, or half of her

and you, or have you

better plans yet to wait

for that Greater Being 

somewhere looming

to grant you deus ex machina?

and when you tell softly

of the one before the others,

you shall start in media res

forgoing beginnings,

because this story cannot start--

it cannot end--

do you still cling to your air,

exhales from the first lips

did feed you your heart?

say, you.