Sapped

When he danced it was all that we knew of rhythm
Cycling like rings and worlds too slow turning and I
I fell raining expressed as instinct and nature
No need for me to fret that my future may land
So thirsty deep with roots shallow water eyes
Soft as romance and how he could make me cry

But now I stand barren on sand fields and those
Eyes strain and lips purse with efforts uncontained
Not remembering songs of soft skin no longer now
Dried red cracked sun abused
Coming as memories
Blowning back against
My cheeks stained looking out

I told him once that forever is too long for soft things
like promises
and people
and healing
and love