i ache with your love,
so obviously splayed out,
warm and so, so soft
in the middle of the room
a presence even i feel
when you sat there
tearing my sisters limbs apart,
piece by piece
longing for truth
longing for answers
love
picking from all of us
my dullest color
he follows you like a puppy
eyes bigger than his head
but oh so beautiful
you bled out in front of me
there are things i still don't understand
which i might not be meant to either
like
wine red waters and the rumors and the myths
from
colorblindness and unconditional love within
from
a sea of words, that are too great to say,
how you love and how you get loved
but if you sent me out
aching, so slowly, burning
like a message in a bottle,
i will deliver
to
who is meant to look for me
and read my soul
god the way he looks at you
and god the way you look at him
like boiling over
but so gentle
clouds of hazy mist
storms in your blindness
oblivious love
how am i supposed to tell you?
when i have leaves for hands
and
petals for vocal chords
and scent for empathy
and, and
color for heart
let me be the love on his nightstand,
smiling
and who am i to tell you to love
when my life is so finite
but love isn't?
what do i know,
except for the poured out chest at my roots?
the sea is stormy tonight
(and so, so red)
..
there was so much more to it
but thoughts get lost
don't they
