Albeit flawed,

Pennylace II

22/01/2019

12:18 AM

I stare out at the window

and see the harboring horizon almost at hand's reach

the thick, green mangroves almost dancing to the rhythm of my heart skipping a beat when it is reminded of your face

do you await my returning?

do you crave for a mouthful of air when you catch a glimpse of my lips tracing a smile when it was yours I caught first?

I am almost home

it really is nothing like the first time I held your hand

it was like the world was where my three fingers could fit in

You are miles off coast:

so far have I eluded you and your soul-piercing gaze, but where else should I run off to when I am pulled back to the same gravity of your tempting composure

I set out on a journey to trace myself back to the path where I was once cast away

in the pretentious hope of changing the course of the wind

for what reassurance there is at finding myself again

when I cannot answer to the Sylph as it asks what station I must alight at

as I lift my foot sheepishly and let it convoy me,

I ended up meeting you mid-railroad

Make me your keeper

we glide down to the surface of our endgame

you and I will collect the vapour of our sullied fantasies,

and use it to salvage our sunken selves by summoning a great purging flood

but how must I reemerge from the water

when in the shallow waters of false turnarounds there is no rest really

I would rather drown deep in your perfume-licked arms where I felt more alive

I want to break loose

reopen the hatch that was once shut to keep me from finishing the act and thus urging me to maintain distance from you

but if none of my daring gestures

will open yours and bid invitation to my unkept fields

I will continue dancing hands-tied

and pray that one day you would extend your arms unquestionably

and cut the ties that I am mostly made of