Forbidden/Fade

Forbidden things, the way we touch,
the love we have.
They do not understand
and they never will.

Kept from the sun,
all life withers,
so too will I,
as I am kept
from the light of you, the heat.

Nothing will end
the hope, the desire,
nothing will quench or quell
the outright need,
just as nothing can overwhelm
a body’s need for air.
I shall suffocate without you,
blacken to ash,
and turn to nothing.

Remember me,
when I am little more than grit
blown by the wind,
when I am little more than dust,
when I am nothing but that memory,
and all that will keep me alive
is the last of your electric breath,
the current of your blood,
the on/off/on/off/on of your cells,
until all that keeps you alive
is the last gasping rattle
of your dreams,

and when I am gone,
and you are gone,
and all you have ever touched
is gone,
perhaps,

finally,

the shame of having loved
will be allowed to fade
as well.

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