Can you find something lovely
Without leaving your fingerprints on it?
I believe you can.
Is it a transgression
To love beyond the borders of yourself,
The hills and valleys of your palms?
Real love demands nothing.
Real love sees
And loves
And leaves no fingerprints.
Have I stolen something of you by looking?
Have I sullied something of you by caring?
Perhaps I should have shut my eyes
When tears threatened,
Perhaps I should have gotten up and walked into the rain
Before I was different and it was
Too late.
Perhaps there is nothing
I can give you
And I am only stepping closer to the day
I mar something lovely
That I was never meant to touch.