I have exhausted the adjectives.

The metaphors.

This language.

The poems are innumerable.

The sonnets.

The stanzas.

I have grown weary of words.

What a poor citadel

they have provided me.

I tire of the implications.

They will never be sufficient.

They have become bereft of honesty.

No more surrogate songs.

I can't write anymore parallels.

The innuendos have diminished me.

If you do not know by now,

surely you never will.

sleep

Please.
Won't you
wake up?
We don't have time for you
to sleep.

Don't you know that we only have
(monthsweeksdays)
hours?
Seconds?
Don't you know?

Let's not sleep.
I'd rather touch you
than dream of you.

I'd rather spend my days
memorizing
your nose,
and its purposeful placement
in the center of your lovely face...
your eyes, burnished and bright

memorizing your mouth,
your lips.
(yourkisses)
your
lips

I'd rather spend my days memorizing
so I can spend my days remembering.

So let's not sleep.
Don't you know that Time is
Devouring the days...
Consuming the hours....
Like a fire, selfishly swallowing the seconds
that I have with you.

Reminder. Remind her.

Where have you come from?

I should have known you wouldn't forget.

I didn't realize how much
I haven't forgotten.

From many years ago
and hundreds of miles away.

You still.

There was a time
when you would tell me
all day long
and show me at night.

After a while, you would tell me mostly
after long walks
or long talks
or when I cried.

Then, you only said it
back.

Today, you told me
for the
firsttime
in a
longtime.

I thought you had forgotten.