Of Love

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i imagine you

soft, and NY hard

but i could never bring myself to 

touch you that way

for fear of breaking

or dying from

some unspeakable, unrepeatable

ecstasy

you’ve always been

the wishing well i once found and

dropped all of my pennies into

like a vegas slot machine

but i never prayed for the right things

and when i left

i couldn’t find my way back

so i’ve been studying the art

of folding my hands

and knees

and heart

to offer up a paper plane prayer of

scribbled words i’ve just now

learned how to comprehend

let alone write down.

i’ve collected every esssence of lonely

and everything we said we

always stood for

and etched it into my skin

so you could see clearly

before we even get to speaking

and singing improvised hymns

from inked lines fresh on tattered pages

what i have to lay down for you.

and this time

all i ask is you forgive

the thoughts i might be studying

while you study me

it’s been so long since

i’ve touched someone with meaning

and it’s been longer still since

someone’s touched me

with words and the symmetry

of pure loving

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