Heart to Heart

I’m watching your lips move

as you struggle to speak

and your voice is so quiet it hurts.

Your words melt like the sun

behind a vacillating horizon.

Face to face I settle

flush against you

and your embrace fits

so perfectly it hurts.

If only we could remain

long after the sun

penetrates our bones.

Our bodies are full

of heartbeats and scars

so deep they hurt.

The morning steals

but the nights

give and give.

Call me moonstruck.

Covet me asylum.

Kiss me so hard it hurts.