your eyes are colors I've never seen
water dripping down steam
sprinting towards me as I dream
they speak to the veins of my soul
telling a story never once told
your lips are corners and centers
ruptures and ventures
making life out of abstinence
releasing fire in dying flames
your cheeks and bones are pencils and pens
writing my dreams
collecting my themes
as if I couldn't breathe without your nose
or see without your eyes
or kiss without your lips
your lips are ruptures and ventures
and I fall into the vigorous breach between both grounds
letting the steam take me in
allowing me to drown as I spin
living stories that I've pinned
YOU ARE READING
you.
PoetryWriting about you strips me away from everything I thought I knew. Makes me feel things I thought weren't true. Visions our days to yet be new.
