Erase
erase
erase
The feel of your fingertips,
that
f
o
n
d
l
e
with my soul and leave
little post-it notes
that stick to my cheeks,
creating tears that are
                  burning
                and
          spilling
      down
  like hot lava,
that leave me only worrying over
whether the bed sheets
will catch fire,

before you return.

Truth weeps as
we roll away the stones
from words
that cannot be declared
half-heartedly,

As they,
as thin as a whisper,
clothe us in a smile
to wear across
two faces

That have us dwell,
in the happiness of now.

Your walls containing prescribed dreams
are leaking,
flooding and fanning outwards,
as contents
play
dance
and
prance
along the wind,
soaring into the sky like
a child's handmade paper aeroplane,
as your tasteful treasures saturate the stars,
the source that ignites them with the light
that the world gazes upon

      It's the star in the corner of your smile that I absorb as  
                                  you gaze upon the beauty before you (that is you);
                                                           ­ the night light that will keep summer with me.