You were here a moment ago
breathing in and out,
kissing me back to life in the morning.
Wandering this world in romance,
our intimate touches
burned me to the passionate core,
leaving me aching for more,
more of what I need
to live a life filled with starshine.
Under midnight magic we grew,
yet, bathed by sunlight
in the torrid noonday embrace of soul.
Gone. . . but never forgotten
is my hunger for your kiss,
so intense death hid in the shadows,
for it knew it was our salvation
in a chaotic world,
far, far away from horrid days of pain.
Your absence buries me alive
until I drown in a river
of acidic tears carrying me down stream. . . .
to moments of solitude,
wishing you were alive and well.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2011
Picture: Frame Of Mine Belfast