Romeo's following the river

as though

its destination

could get him one step farther away from me.

I have become the water

dripping

from his leaky faucet;

my memories

falling

to the floor.

My cheap decisions

have become

a needed scream

and one more man's permission

to become

what I have already shed off.

Wild beasts

lick

at Romeo's heels

as he trips

and flips into my water

gigolo-ing

his way up my body and into my heart.

My arms

out way

my fierceness

and I see now

that he'll never cry like I do.

Romeo

is brilliant sunlight

scolding my liquid barriers.

He slips away

forming

as-with-his-hair-line

a lovely blanket

to keep me warm at night

but the palm of my bruised hand

liquefies

and I disappear again

with Romeo following the river

deep

into this silvery wood

yearning

for my touch

just as much as I do to him.

A sign;

a proclamation

that my innocence

was left somewhere far away from this place.

I wish only for snow to fall

on my banks

and nourish me

but Romeo

and his sunshine

are all that I see

and

all that I can endure.

I wonder

ashamed

at my desire

to be lankly

placed in his arms.

I wander

transfixed

at how far he can run

and how smooth

his footsteps

glide

across my forehead.

Sweetness

lapsing

in his loss of breath.

Romeo is following the river

but he still hasn't noticed yet

that he is following me.