Music holds invisible thread,
Connects us, toe to head.

Your favourite lyric,
Is also theirs,

A voice angelic,
Gives you goose-bumped hairs.

Solo, acoustic, alternative,
Quick guitar pluck,

The pitches envelope
Like warm bed sheets of comfortable tuck

It still slaps me in the face
Every time I see her
Look into her eyes
Or see her smile
Even after all the years
It is still like the first time
That love at first sight
That never died
My heart is clay
Worked by the hands
Of her love
And I will always be smitten
By her
As long as I am alive

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Cracked kisses
On blistered lips
Inferno desires

Scorched love
Flames of lust
Funeral pyres

Swollen dreams
Inside ignited minds
Nightmares burn

Maybe, just one day,
I'll open my mouth, and,
not ruin it all.