fingerprints

will there be another that will wear your fingerprints, I’m stuck on a memory of your hands against my cheeks, warm-honest-stong yet gentle.

skin set on fire by one touch, ignited with flames that shine with an passion that would jealous the sun.

I want to be the lost lane you wonder at night, the tender light that erases the haze of time, combine our softness and stay till daylight.

moments when you are the only person to make it ok with an intensity that brings my vulnerability to the surface- a missing that takes my breath away.

that tightrope mind that others would love to swing off and I’m doing my best to balance- to be bound to.

swimming, I am underwater with my eyes open – I do not touch nor will I perceive that there is a bottom, skimming the currents that are cold I let go and I float effortless skimming the surface- the inbetween of here and there where I don’t have the need to fight for breath- I inhale a smile in this chaotic patience.

storms

hands upon your face, tracing lines of unknown different paths of life you’ve taken- taking every bit of you in.

always finding my place beneath your feet as a symbol of my heart that when you speak I’ve always looked up to you.

your eyes always telling me a thousand truths, the sadness within them that can tell me that’s there’s nothing beautiful or literary in the mysteries of the misery in shades of green and blue.

did we go too far into forgetting that destiny has its own way of cutting deep,

a deep sea within me, its waves rushing forth in my veins. how could I hide it, how could I ever explain the uncontrollable rip inside of me.

I wanted to devour you without removing any part of you, tears of the dew kind, slowly but tangibly touching line crevices from past times inflicts, time space and nothing.

a stillness in me without a name, a love without a face

something unreconciled with somewhere and somewhen

I see the sunlight upon the water dripped down me cheeks, the ever essence familiar colour of the light that reflects off the hairs on your soft face, cheeks stained red.

I don’t want to happen to you, I will not overcome you. what sorrow it would be- and still what sorrow it could ignite, consume my heart.

breathless, a forgotten mastery of mine leaving mists across midnight skies. the silence invigorating- navigating, dilating in and out as I find my own illuminating pace of truth that will saturate the light within me.

I am not stretched to my limits, the light from you will force me back and I will wear a yellow dress in the sunlight, and i will swirl and twirl and make us the perfect circle.

with all this there is an absolute inconvenient silent within me and I don’t want to be rescued I just wanted someone to notice I was trapped.