How can I unmake indignant hands,
rolled, into fists?
If I kiss the fingers, will they unfold,
like celestial doors,
and beckon me in?
If I traverse your lifeline,
with softened eyes, and lips,
will we time skip,
Into a time, and place,
that's better, than this?
Even in thunder,
you dwell
at the center, of me.
I wonder,
would you melt...
with my hand, on your cheek.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 8:16 PM UTC
How can I unmake indignant hands,
rolled, into fists?
If I kiss the fingers, will they unfold,
like celestial doors,
and beckon me in?
If I traverse your lifeline,
with softened eyes, and lips,
will we time skip,
Into a time, and place,
that's better, than this?
Even in thunder,
you dwell
at the center, of me.
I wonder,
would you melt...
with my hand, on your cheek.
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