my love,
i wait and wait, a bitter taste in my mouth,
until the sweetness of you fills me; and then you leave again.
i choke on the aftertaste of separation with such ferocity, my body doesnt move until you return.

and then you do. my love, my joy.
you sweep me up in arms of clouds, and take me away to a place kept quiet just for us.
a place without secrets, where we lie with bodies and souls open, with hearts and hands entwined until, alas, you leave again.

why are you always leaving, my sweet love?
is not my heart a haven to yours?