Lucifer in Limerance

I braid away the desire for your touch, the ghost of your breath, and the death of your presence. I conceal with it the growing regret of not knowing you sooner, or later. I bite my tongue when your gaze drives me crazy, and your attention makes the room feel hazy. You live on display, the Mona Lisa, a work of art.  

These gloves I wear, a reminder of what I can never touch. These shoes bind me to the floor, so I cannot become the shadow that dances a breath from your feet. This lace covers my eyes, so you cannot see the yearning in my soul.  

I’ve bound myself, body and spirit, chains unbroken for your devotion. Set me free. Leave me be. 

I’ve kept my arms, eyes, heart, and hands to myself. I can’t let you be the repercussion of my mistakes. I can’t leave your heart out on the drying line, next to mine, where we may never make it off. 

I keep these ornaments of your adoration, I’ve tattooed your touch on my skin. I’ve let you be the artery through the center of my heart and the wings on my back, but I can’t let you fall from the heavens with me. 

If we were only ever star-crossed, stay a constellation in the sky, so that I may admire you still from down in my fallen place.