My Confesion

1.
WE'VE LEFT SHORE SOMEHOW
BECOME THE FRIENDS 
OF EARLY THEORY
CLOSE ENOUGH TO SPEAK
DESIRE AND PAIN OF ABSENCE
OF MISTAKES WE'D MAKE
GIVEN THE CHANCE. 

EACH SMILE RETURNED 
MAKES HARDER AVOIDING
DREAMS THAT SEE US
LYING IN EARLY EVENING
CURTAIN SHADOWS, SKIN
SAFE AGAINST SKIN.
BLOOM OF COMPASSION
RESPECT FOR MOMENTS
EYES LOCK TURNS
FOREVER INTO ONE MORE 
VEIL THAT FALLS AWAY. 

2.
THIS AFTER SEEING YOU
LAST NIGHT, FIRST TIME
SMELLING YOU WITH 
PERMISSION: SHOULDERS TO
WONDER OPENLY AT
AS CAREFULLY KISSED
AS THOSE ARMS
WAITED IMPOSSIBLY ON.
THEY'VE HELD ME NOW 
AND YOUR BREATH 
DOWN MY BACK
SENT AWAY NIGHT AIR
THAT HAD ME SHAKING
IN THE UNLIT ANGLICAN
DOORWAY. 

3.
ARE WE RUINED FOR 
FINDING OUR FACES FIT
AND WANT TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT MORNING? 
IS FRIENDSHIP CANCELLED
IF WE CAN'T CALL
EACH OTHER ANYMORE 
IN AMNESIA, INVITE
OURSELVES TO LAST GLANCES
UNDER SUSPICIOUS CLOCKS
TELLING US WHEN WE'VE 
HAD ENOUGH? 

4.
YOUR STEADY HANDS
CRADLING MY GRATEFUL
SKULL: WERE YOU TAKING 
IN MY FACE TO
SAVE AN IMAGE
YOU'VE RARELY ALLOWED
YOURSELF AFTER LEAVING
THAT COLD ALCOVE?
AM I A PHOTOGRAPH 
YOU GAZE AT IN 
MOMENTS OF WEAKNESS? 

YOU ORDERED ME
OFF MY KNEES
INTO YOUR ARMS.
WASN'T TO BEG
THAT I KNELT; ONLY
TO SEE YOU ONCE 
FROM BELOW. 

TRIED TO SAY SOMETHING 
THAT FILLED MY MOUTH
AND LONGED TO REST
IN YOUR EAR.
DON'T DARE WRITE 
IT DOWN FOR FEAR IT'LL 
BECOME WORDS, JUST 
WORDS.