Fossil of your love

Day follows nightsky hides it’s scars,you, over there:and I'm a fossilof your love,beautifully petrified.It’s the same old songfull throttle need,love dances around cornersalways out of reach.Mornings somersault,tide line on a beachdriftwood bravely stackedin some lost winded corner,and I’m a fragmentof your smile,the corner where my tongueimpregnates your lipsto semaphore all of thiswithout speaking.All the waiting makes me screamhuge boils appear on gilded fleshrunning sores from the breath weinhale, exhale,but the night spins on to daya whirlwind of lost time, andbeyond all thoughts of this,just you and I.