For too long,
I have watched
from the ruptured 
sidewalks of my
isolation

My heart
is not an empire
to be conquered
or a savage 
to be tamed.

I have shed
silver tears 
in myriad dimensions
of loneliness. My
quiescent flesh gently
reaches for your
truth.

Be my next, my
last love. Slip
with me through
the temporal
mists of this brazen
world. Enter, once,
into my soul.

For you are all
to me, and though
you came with nothing
you brought me
everything.

Let me watch
no more.
 

©Tanith McKlane