Endless
Navaris Darson
Impression I
I like the way his body
interlocks with mine
when we’re in bed
I like when he takes my hand
places it over his heart
and holds it there with his own
sometimes we lie side by side
one leg draped over the other’s
stitched at the seams
as we hold hands
and when one of us turns away
the other knows
this is not a rejection
but rather an invitation—a request
to be held and cradled
sometimes we face each other
on our sides
huddled close, our curves
and edges fitting together
in all the right places,
his breath my own
I love when he leans down
from above,
and I meet him halfway, my hands
brushing along the finest grain
as I gather him in
when we kiss, we rise, floating
on the softness of each other’s lips
when we kiss, his breath is life
I could live in his embrace
for an eternity
but the nights and mornings pass
too quickly
and during the long,
leaden hours of the day
all I feel is the unbearable weight
of his absence
• • •
Impression II
his body interlocked
with mine in bed
my hand over his heart
as he holds it there
with his own
our legs crossed
one over the other
stitched at the seams
both knowing it is not a rejection
when one of us turns away,
but a request to be cradled
our edges fitting
in all the right places
when we huddle close on our sides
his hair as soft as his kisses,
his breath as sacred as life
wishing that I could live
in his embrace forever
and suffering always
beneath the weight
of his absence
• • •
Impression III
his body
interlocked
with mine
my hand
over his heart
there with his own
turning away,
not a rejection—
a request to be
cradled
on our sides,
huddled close,
conterminous
lips as soft
as his hair
one sweet breath
between us
whispering
let there be life
yearning
everlasting
embrace
but there’s
no remedy
for time
• • •
Impression IV
our bodies bound
hand over heart
turning away
to be cradled
lips soft
one breath
i am as us
yearning
his always
for remediless time
• • •
Impression V
hearts
cradled
breathing
as one
endless
November 6, 2019