Always Will

What it's like to be again

No longer a ghost

A will, a whispered echo

A memory of skin

A texture barely rendered

Still not focused in

A fragment from the past

Drawing distance from myself

Ire's iris narrowed

Turning upside down

A sketch of all the nakedness

I kept in my own sin

Making here an openness

A conduit of unbecoming

Teardrops tracing rivulets

Down ticking expressions

What it's like to begin again

Countdown to final kiss

At ease and silencing

Swarms of anxious moments

A memory of touch

Turning right side up

Leaving in this lust

A taste of what's to come

A heartache I cannot measure

Still not fallen out of

A love once lied about

Slow dancing with my doubts

Sewing my feet to shadows

I once let run amok

A portrait of all my emptiness

Of loneliness within

Making here an open pact

An invocation open chested

Blood-drops tracing grooves in altars

Trickling down monuments

What it's like to breathe again

Finding that second star

Orphaned memory expanding

Echo, a promise whispered

I Will Always and I Always Will