I've been thinking that I'll save
my little one for you
and sometime then
our children can play again
with these thoughts in their head
that the scents
the falling
the laughing
   are eternal
and no new skin will replace
this pink and ruddy
and no new desires will deface
   this bliss
and we will run in one direction
till our lungs give way
not from the buildup
from the acceptance of so much
and then we will fall again
but this time, when we cope with the pain
we won't age
we won't clean our wounds
we won't dress them
   we will wear them bare
and let only the dirt from the ground
and the sweat
cover them
Just thinking that
I never had that much pride
and air hurts my lungs
you were always stretches ahead
   and I never meant to keep up
that look you had
always finding a new game
a new way to boast
your lack of desire
for the girl in pursuit
life filling in her cheeks
pink and ruddy
sighing back to white
falling back to comforting failure
and caressing defeat

  they will be beautiful.