every time I hold you I feel like I have everything right besides me
I touch your hand and play with you're fingers
you ask me "what are you doing " and I just smile and say "nothing "
you smile back and then hold my hand .
sometimes I do feel that you feel the same way when we are alone
I think im falling in love with you
It still crys out for help
Occasionally
It still raises its hand
Predominantly
It still asks for the will power
Accidentally
Is it scared when humiliated?
It doesn't divulge
Does it chase what is theirs?
Sometimes
Does it beg?
Never
No love can hold me back
No words can reach me now
No hands can comfort me now
No lies can get me out
Cause
Your love
Your words
Your hands
Your lies
ONLY BROKE ME DOWN!
I find myself smiling as I walk, lost in our future.
Holding hands and smiling,
seeing adventures in hidden places:
rain, sun, snow, through any storm you are mine.
nothing can drown our parade, not now; not ever.
you aren't a guest like the others before you,
they only stayed until it was no longer convenient but you,
you seem to be permanent
always there.
I lose myself in daydreams of you and I,
lazy mornings and busy afternoons,
having fun and loving...
when you love.. oh god you love with your whole being,
you love with your heart, your mind and your soul;
you bore your soul to me and I felt that love too.
I understood how you gave everything for one person,
Now I will tell you a secret. I am nodding my head.
Now I will tell you the truth. I am stretching.
Now I will tell you something that can't be questioned.
I am waving my hands.
Now I will tell you the facts. I am moving my leg.
Now I will tell you something you don't know. I am
changing position.
Now I will tell you something I'd swear to. I am turning
around.
Now I will tell you something there's no reason to doubt.
I am bending over.
Now I will tell you something that can be proven. I am
raising my eyes.
Now I will tell you something there is no denying. I am
folding my arms.
Now I will tell you something he says is so. I am shrugging
It takes so long to look down,
the first time thinking it
would then and there either
shoot up or else drop off.
One hand on
the trigger one
hand on the hand.
While you put your hands, that,
Our surface
Crossing a bridge or
The other way around the back way or head on, coming
to it
To discover the rules
Written into the distance
while your hands
The house, filling with smoke, the angles used
To talk straight, on,
At last be able
To name.
Your hands naming the thrust and space around it, that,
I would bring you bringing me
Close upon it, so we will look, go through
Hands and smoke
Strange hand that appears
held out towards me asking-
"Am I changed so by coming
from under this toilet partition wall?"
my hands still curve like breasts-
36 years! nothing changes!
and now
no matter how many times
I take a shower
I scrub my hands
I will never feel clean again
i hold your heart in the palm
of my hand; i admire the pulsing
crimson life-force flowing through
the network of veins, tinted, just as
stained glass when the light hits it
at the right spot. luminescent skin
reveals deep, blue-black flesh
throbbing with hidden whispers
and secrets unknown to any man,
ivory white tendons, worn and torn,
just as the foundations of a fortress
holding up the bruised chambers
of the castle of your heart. feeling
the fullness of your flesh in the warm
embrace of my digits, a shadow flickers,
and i wrench my palm closed,
it is now midnight, as it was midnight then.
eyes, blinking furiously from the exhaustion,
squinting at the phone screen clutched firmly
in those two hands, the same two hands pulling
me into this trap, this temptation, the two hands
wrapping itself firmly around the blue-black veins
on my neck, sinking in; the same two hands which fit
like jigsaw puzzles into the crevices of shellfish and
crustaceans, which ravage and tear them apart,
red, burning hot skin torn into pieces; the same hands feeling the cool sensation on the glass protector of the smartphone as the deepest inches of your heart are
left in the open for all to devour, for you to lose and be heard;