If I could, I would love you
A thousand times over

Under bridges and between alleyways
Wrapped in bed sheets
Reading the braille traced along
Your skin

Secret messages
Written to the strum of our heart strings

Your insides are crawling
Singing hymns of horror stories
Shrills of purgatory

Ghastly visions of the darkest memories that haunt your mind;

Her slender fingers
And chestnut eyes

The emptiness of her lungs and fullness of her palms

Mounted on the curtains of your eyelids

Love of my life --
You have built me up, crafting a foundation of steady bricks made up of warm embraces and silent I love you's
The palm of your hand always gently caressing whatever is chilled by winter storms
Kissing me in the places I'm most insecure about; humiliation of uncertainty and unnecessary obscurity
I have never felt so close to another one's soul, jolting mine so much so
That I am left here, cheeks flushed and arms out,
Searching through miles of terrain barefoot
Waiting until I can see you in other places besides behind my eyelids
The ghost of your silhouette outlining where your head rests against my pillow
The echo of your laughter dances in the darkness of my bedroom
Memories of which I have only conjured up in the alleyways of my imagination

You're a mountain --
A constant uphill of rough terrain
Your altitude gripping at my throat

An avalanche of
Your laughter leaving
Imprints of familiar glances underneath my feet

I'm just a silly climber
Discovering you once again,
My adrenaline rush

My calloused palms are tired,
Of making those who have touched me,
Radiate;
Sins washed away underneath wrinkled paper,
Lasting forever.
Here you are soaked into sheets,
Like the memories hanging on the bedroom walls,
Of my mind;
Framed and frozen,
For eternity