trinkets

By: cole

quiet, still moments
spread across a quilt,
woven like one
with threads of belief.
i have had so many,
aching and sweet
but you cannot have these...
no, you cannot have these.

shrill perfect cries
drenched in the joy of tomorrows,
welling beautifully in jade tinged eyes.
you held the means to create such scenes
but you cannot have these...
no, you cannot have these

silken skin and velvet hair
beneath cool sheets
draping passionate heat.
we have cast so many seeds...
but you cannot have these
no, you cannot take these.

there is so much
i have asked for,
prayed for;
so much i have seen
that has lived and died.
once tangible worlds-
then spirits curled
to keep hard truths
somewhere outside.

but i know a place,
it is where i go
where there are no legacies
nor beginnings or ends.
where men and women
are not needed and don't know
how thoughts can become
one's truest friends.

infinity
in languid caresses,
my soul peeled open
for whatever risk could bring.
the invitation
waiting under my dresses,
these were sacred things...
but you cannot have these.

summer days
and shades of blue,
the scent of the lover i knew
will not know a lifetime on me
but i have tasted
and i own
all that's painful and sweet.
these are all of my things
and i will not let you have these.