The tracing of fingers
Swirling down my spine

Like the most delicate and intricate
Ice skaters known to our kind

You painted me into existence
With each uplift,
A new part of me appeared

And just like that I felt myself cohere
My soul to those tiny little skaters
That were twisting and twirling

Like magic fairy dust when I was young
A whole new dream world had become
Lost in a fantasy, maybe.

But I still can't quite get over the way you say
"Baby."
And it drives me wild to know,
That I as a person have a newfound home,
In a being that took the time

To use soft brush strokes,
And to draw paintings on me
With his fingertips

Creating a whole new version of ice skating
Bringing a whole new meaning to the word
Refurbished

Because when he slides his fingers across
My skin
I dont feel "reused"

I feel brand new

And all I can think of are these beautiful
Thoughts that come from myself

All spanning from the lines he used
He created a whole new shade of "who"
I no longer ice skate alone,
When my hearts tracing with you.

C.ļ

A wondrous expression
Anxiety driven movements
Shallow breaths and
A cigarette here and there

He watched the clouds
But I watched him
The universe has opened for us
A world of all new

The thought wondered in the back of my mind
What colors would he use?

Are the colors im seeing in him,
Mixing with the colors he sees in me
Are we two lonely people ready
To run full speed?

We lay on the patio,
The wind surrounding us in
Talking about the future,
Or how we just couldn't win

Just 2 more hours,
And a new day began
Neither one us of wanted this one to end

We snuggled in close,
And just like that I hopped off my mountain
I tore down my walls,
And swam to shore

And if he asked me to do it again,
I'd do it plenty more

After feeling what I have,
Knowing what I do,
Seeing how I feel as I stay up
Just to be talked to

I no longer ask if he'd use shades of blue
Or shades of red,

He encased my being
In greens and yellows

And he called it
Rivers and rainbows.

C.ļ

She decided to build herself a road,
instead of taking 'The Road Not Taken'.

Wind rustled leaves
Are the only sound
In the canopied dark
Concealing memories
Of dizzying nights
Spent wild in the woods