I see your rosy stained cheeks and think of how they would've coated my lips.
How I would've known the warmth of your hand like I know the beat of my heart.
Care giver promises while her tongue played black and white film into my ears,
And while it played she handed me pieces of glass that reflected dreams of darkness,
Like a dye for the heart it stained discarded shoes,
But that's not all because it left lilacs in place of what we lose,
That smell comforts me when my hands meet to be disappointed,
Because they know their lack of size can be filled by another,
Two thumbs connected like the print bonded a perfect match,
But the print dimmed so quickly my eyes are still trying to catch up,
It's only the lack of tingle that my skin once had in abundance that bother me,
It spots are gone but what should I expect.

I know I'll be alright by morning,
But these coffin crayons crack bones,
Guesses sulk cause lips don't draw shades,
Mishaps wrap glassy sparks to hips,
Distrained ecstasy foresees highlights,
Sky's apply to stitch ego locked cloth,
And steadfast butterflies paint my face,
I'm the lines that follow but don't fade,
Those spaces sink snaps to where sole see,
Responses strike transparent handshakes,
Shaded realities scream dyslexic,
But I swear that's just how you made me,
Now I just sit and watch the clock tick.

Can I question the rooting stitches of clockwork?
With every poke and pull it drains faint locked words,
But does art remain if dust is thrown and paint chipped?
Tallies kept by pastel white dead windows skipped,
Rumbling frames whisper minuscule scents of study,
Will heart tinted honey roses make me lucky?
A lens casts shadows by speaking pictures unmatched,
But even it gets lost when hugs come attached,
And I tied a string to yin and yang with hopes for photos,
This circle sings into my skin how to stop the solo.

Hands of the random lie to the wind, cycles feast,
Numbers auction off spelling to unify heart beats,
Everyone trades sparks to impress perpetual absence,
Meanwhile I flirt with gates but I'm never the fastest,
And this ray has taught me to find nutrients in looks,
See this ray I know well cause I see him when I'm shook,
Stagnant gazes draw out maps to find what given gives,
We get that love and hate fight in everything that lives,

Father dropped sand and glued glass to my head,
In them my means trembled out old habits,
Flutters lift covers to leave prints in order,
While your style feeds signs to show what one is,
You followed while gods design embraced progress,
Sitting in circles of me, me, and you,
We compare tree tattoos with what we believe,
Context takes speed, smears debt as cleaner,
Middle loves tears but mixes in happy,
Sun sat with me the big beat up softy,
Clouds the ground birthed and nurtured speak for you,
All I can say is that I'm addicted.

I wish your heart would melt like mine,
Cause it's hard with just a puddle for a beat,
But maybe with two, our veins could meet,
And be less lonely,
All my hopes gather and dance to your smile,
At a constant rhythm saluting me,
Greeting your future in a way discrete,
Memories are homely,
I find home in my predicted past,
Do I dare keep my conscious sleep?
Aspirations with bottom sincerity,
Memories meant more,
Will you be the hand I keep to my cheek?
Will you keep connection to warm my path?
The moon melts the snow, it's time to creep,
Tiptoe with time but stay from its grasp,
Don't tell me it's not written in the cosmos,
Sometimes it's better to keep the lights off

I catch glimpses of edges when mittens lie,
They coat in warmth and hang and cry,
It’s our tears that quicken pace not the red in face,
So why does the world stop with shades of grey?
Maybe if the clouds were coated with you,
The world would mellow and change to my hue,
Cause if I change myself, you’re the cause of it,
But I can’t change my world unless you’re it.