all imagery & writing  © Emily Porter

I trace the right of your collar bone up to the nape of your neck,

caressing the material that holds you together.

I stare wondering how long you will stay this time.

Do I allow myself to love you?

Do you want me to...

You have hardened my heart.

A love lost long ago, still the base of my muse.

You a constant in my thoughts,

a ghost from my past.

Were you an illusion in my twisted mind?

A dream lost among traumas too dire to conjure?

Stop.

We held each other like small naïve children, not wanting to let go,

our fingers slipping...

the clawed victorian tub cradled our bodies as we let the water cascade down our frame while our arms

intertwined.

Inevitable.

Why...

….Inevitable.