Each day when I wake you press into the corners and crevices of my mind
Where you staying all day until I close my eyes.
Even then at night, you're there but clearer more central and sudden, urgent and temporal.
I see us together, a couple at last.
Sometimes in sadness, others are happy, we laugh.
Always you touch me your soft hand outstretched
I feel on skin, the ridges of your prints.
If I could be inside your fingerprint
Make me little, so little you cannot see
As I wander the channels and valleys of skin
The labyrinth of passages that are so of you
That not another on earth could ever produce
Inside your ring finger there's waves to move through
Layers upon layers of walls to peruse
There's a centre of course, the heart of your design
And when I find it, it will then become mine.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
Each day when I wake you press into the corners and crevices of my mind
Where you staying all day until I close my eyes.
Even then at night, you're there but clearer more central and sudden, urgent and temporal.
I see us together, a couple at last.
Sometimes in sadness, others are happy, we laugh.
Always you touch me your soft hand outstretched
I feel on skin, the ridges of your prints.
If I could be inside your fingerprint
Make me little, so little you cannot see
As I wander the channels and valleys of skin
The labyrinth of passages that are so of you
That not another on earth could ever produce
Inside your ring finger there's waves to move through
Layers upon layers of walls to peruse
There's a centre of course, the heart of your design
And when I find it, it will then become mine.
