Your fingertips carve melodies into my songbird skin,
carbonizing my charcoal bones
so I can write sonnets on the sidewalk
with the ends of my chalky joints.
Oh how your grazing hands
Your propane eyes
burn me up,
your toothy smile
ties me down.
I hold my breath
because these moments are fragile
as they are finite,
and I close my eyes
because love shouldn't be this ugly
or this hard to find.
I may rework this later but I am melting in this heat, so this is this for now.
Beautiful <3 I know the feeling, heh : )
I like the imagery you used.
It isn't. You have not seen me in a year, so you don't know what its going to be like. You wrote another poem expressing how beautiful it would be. And I think that's what we will experience