Written: 5/15/2017
A/N: While I would love to post something for Mizley Day, I don't think this would be very appropriate. Honestly, if you feel strongly about Mizley, you might want to just skip this one. I'll understand. Also, I'm aware it's not summer yet and yes, I took a few other liberties as well. I've always wanted to write a story that was a poem. This was good practice. Very proud of it.
Time with him passes all too quickly
It's why moments like this are on a constant loop
Round and round
Never gaining ground
But right now
Somehow
Wrapped in his arms
(Shirtless)
Bracing my tired body against his
It's different
Time doesn't exist
I'm not used to this
Being so still I can feel my heart pumping
Hear it thumping within my breast
It's his heart, too
Confessing chest to chest
Speaking in a secret language
With voices that refuse to rest
This warmth
He reels me in out of the cold
It was so cold
Trekking through an icy fortnight
Under a summer sun he'd never see with me
But I couldn't stop
Because the only way to get back here again
Was to keep crawling towards my Calvary
For two weeks I could feel his pull
The way he yearned for me
The way his body ached
And his soul screamed
I yearned
I ached
I dreamed
The tether that ties our shared soul
Defiant. Reliant.
Stretched halfway round the globe
Brittle elastic stretched and stretched
With each dragging step
Feeling like it could snap
The distance—the resistance—taking its toll
I walked through history
Shackled by my own
Felt the jagged stones
Slaved men stacked
With calloused skin
And weary bones
Building temple walls
Fighting for their lives
For their freedom
For the right to reign
As captain of their ship
As pilot of their flight
As king amongst kings
Without having to ask permission
To sing what they want to sing
To pray the way they want to pray
To be who they were born to be
Shackled
Roaming the sampietrini streets of Rome
Feeling the pull of home
Being home and never being home until he's here
For ten hours he was ten minutes away
Shackled still in my own home!
The war warring on
Inside
Feeling the pull from their side and his side
And me, stuck off center
On the wrong side
Erecting curtain walls around each wall
Nothing to worship in this godforsaken temple!
Desperate to demolish it all by nightfall
For ten hours the tether strained
And did not break
He fucks me
Tender and assertively
Breathing us in
Breath by breath
In depth with each pounding heartbeat
He tells me how much he loves me
But never mentions the pain
Or how much he missed me
A way to assuage my guilt
For the walls I built
For ever having left
Preempt an apology
A plea for forgiveness
An absolution I don't deserve
Because he knows they'd just be words
And I'll leave again
And again