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late at night,
when you're fast awake, yet dreaming,
i lay silently.
weaving secret smiles of relaxed memories,
of times that have
cruelly
passed us by;
of the tickling-touches
that embraced ice-cold skin,
of the chain-lace arms
that wound in safety,
and of breathless lungs echoing
heartbeats, shrouded within an empty cavity.
yet, finding surprises with each return
and painfully regretting
that your face has
untimely faded in my mind.

memories of our sweet-peppermint kisses
outside, in that arctic snow-storm;
way back when we thought kissing
through bitter winter air
would mean that we'd
sticktogetherforever,
like a tongue to an ice cube,
or hands wedged through too-tight bars,
or the snow that we thought'd
neverstopfalling,
and, when i only ever cried
once a snowflake'd drenched my skin
and traced my cheekbone, mocking
my stationary stale tears,
falling back to the clouds when
your blazing coal-fire eyes
sunkissed them.
with my lilly-white wrapping smouldering,
and stung scarlet red,
a reflection didn't register
the warningwarningwarning
that was screaming to the surface
through my sunburnt, ivory skin.

still-hot embers of my all-too present past
glow through my marked memory,
indulging in thoughts that should be unfamiliar:
i lay silently.
and i cry;
hurricane-tears of salted surf,
with my wretched body writhing in pain
breaking like rough waves
upon a rockpool shore.
seeking solace only when,
in my imagination,
i believe that you're watching me.
and when i wake, roused
from the broken-record dream
each time it stings afresh,
like clusters of jellyfish
thinking that my sinking tears are their ocean.

regretfully,
i live in the present-
though i wish i were in the past.
back when my mind wandered aimlessly,
but always returned to reminding
me of you.
and of times when i thought that-
if we fell
through clouds together
you'd have no choice but to
fall {in love} with me.

Description
late at night,
when you're fast awake, yet dreaming,
i lay silently.
weaving secret smiles of relaxed memories,
of times that have
cruelly
passed us by;
of the tickling-touches
that embraced ice-cold skin,
of the chain-lace arms
that wound in safety,
and of breathless lungs echoing
heartbeats, shrouded within an empty cavity.
yet, finding surprises with each return
and painfully regretting
that your face has
untimely faded in my mind.

memories of our sweet-peppermint kisses
outside, in that arctic snow-storm;
way back when we thought kissing
through bitter winter air
would mean that we'd
sticktogetherforever,
like a tongue to an ice cube,
or hands wedged through too-tight bars,
or the snow that we thought'd
neverstopfalling,
and, when i only ever cried
once a snowflake'd drenched my skin
and traced my cheekbone, mocking
my stationary stale tears,
falling back to the clouds when
your blazing coal-fire eyes
sunkissed them.
with my lilly-white wrapping smouldering,
and stung scarlet red,
a reflection didn't register
the warningwarningwarning
that was screaming to the surface
through my sunburnt, ivory skin.

still-hot embers of my all-too present past
glow through my marked memory,
indulging in thoughts that should be unfamiliar:
i lay silently.
and i cry;
hurricane-tears of salted surf,
with my wretched body writhing in pain
breaking like rough waves
upon a rockpool shore.
seeking solace only when,
in my imagination,
i believe that you're watching me.
and when i wake, roused
from the broken-record dream
each time it stings afresh,
like clusters of jellyfish
thinking that my sinking tears are their ocean.

regretfully,
i live in the present-
though i wish i were in the past.
back when my mind wandered aimlessly,
but always returned to reminding
me of you.
and of times when i thought that-
if we fell
through clouds together
you'd have no choice but to
fall {in love} with me.