“Until we are free” a poem by Eric King
My wrists are chained cold
but my heart beats pure lava
waiting for your image to grace
the 12 inch screen that contains my dreams
fingertips graze the screen, can you feel me?
60 minutes until lights go out
why can’t I freeze time just once?
why can’t we both have what we want?
I want to live in your deep almond eyes
somewhere safe where we can always hide
where we can turn off the pain & turn off the lights
panic sets in, when the thoughts begin
what if I never see my love again?
every second separated is its own lifetime
trying to focus now on every expression
cause goddammit when you are gone I need to remember
before we’re staring at blanks and the clock reads zero
is your flight boarding to carry you away from me?
i’ll see you in my dreams
until we are free