Author S. K. Nicholas

Overhead. Somewhere hidden. Echoes of future touch as we sink beneath yesterday’s tide. The waves of our love, powerful and beyond anyone’s grasp. Hanging gardens, and the name of God as you kiss my throat. If you throw the windows wide, you’ll find me searching for your face, but you’re not there, and no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to find you. Lover, come over, and bring me back to life. Breathe me a lungful of air that carries me through the night. Too many words take me places that should never be tread, not unless you have a desire for unbecoming, at least. Take these hands, and make them your own. Stop me from plunging head-first into what I fear, for although that’s where the answers lie, it reduces me until I can barely speak. Throw the windows open wide, and find me curled into a ball at the foot of your bed. Shine a light. Pluck the strings of a guitar, so electricity surges up and down my spine. Do something to stir the love that used to flow so freely between us. These sensations, they have your name written all over them. These feelings, they only mean anything when you’re around. And as a mouthful of smoke blows across the room, the shape of your body dances just like it used to. Monsters and stars. Bedsheets and breasts. Spiders in blades of glass, and as you help me recover, these days just can’t help but get the better of me. Cats and dying galaxies. Cancer beneath the floorboards as the evenings grow so cold. Be my star. Guide me to safety. Twisting like rope, let us sway like the lovestruck hearts we once were.