Those parts you said belonged to me
I never did reclaim, your gift a fragile
thing we made of clouds and wicked wants
remains forever stuck in rhymes-
Maybe we live somewhere out there
between the seasons of forever
where we transformed diverging lives
into one merged in space and time
and I exist with you as mine-
Will you forgive me?
I tempted fate, enticed your longing
for burning skin of sun and sands
while I got lost between your hands
under the lace of dreamy nights-
Will you remember?
I’ll ask again, will you remember
how with my words I made you sin?
Without regrets or without shame
and how at night you touched your skin
while softly calling me by name.
Then tell me love, should I reclaim
those parts you said belonged to me?
“There’s warm skin. A strong body that embraces you. Breaths that escape his gasping mouth. But… we’re calling out another’s name in our hearts. With our eyes closed, that person’s image surfaces in our minds. It was a sweet, gentle, yet cruel night.”
― Yuuri Eda