I no longer cared about sweaty palms,
After I felt her hands
I would catch every disease just to hold on
It no longer mattered. Only she mattered.
Everything but my hand, a void
My body, space;
My hand, the earth;
Her fingers, the sun.
That hand taught me how to live.
Nothing past had mattered
The thing that mattered was this hands owner
Not even the voice that wanted to let go and run.
Following up her goose bumped arm
To a dress that made summer jealous,
Skin that beat fresh snow
And hair like autumn trees.
If mother earth was real
Her real plan was this girl
The sky was made to reflect of her eyes
Then bounce into my soul.
The only time the horde in my brain halted
And the fleet in my stomach retreated
To think the best medicine could be a human
She threw all the pills out the window
Pain killers came through kisses,
The psychotic moods gone with hugs,
Vocal novacane caught tears
And the only sickness was love
Now without her.
Its withdrawal of happiness
Human touch now words on a page
Love hidden under the bed.