From dreams of a future I keep locked away in a journal, I'll meet every smiling tomorrow holding secrets of my own ambitions that reach out with warm hands towards the inhibitions of every setting sun. and I find the mark of my own realization in these clasping grasping hands that search so desperately for completion folding into praying hands until fingers intertwine within their own realities of finally brushing across skin of heart pounding heart pounding
understanding
all these hands ever had to know was that
their own palms could heal sorrows while holding promises pressed against another,
your etched life lines from the waters of your mother's womb completing the rivers that flow across mine so we can float into the ocean of soul
and as the same light pours over my blinds to softly coax open eyes that only know the darkness of sleep,
only know the safety in shadows dancing before closed eyelids
I drown in the remembrance, of how after we kissed, the street lamps danced upon your cherub cheeks until my own eyes reflected constellations of potential and yours exploded into guiding stars.
guiding this searching hand into yours grasping for the clouds knowing
they were only grasping for each other to feel the tenacious shell of our fingertips graze and form a sheltering place to retreat when the floods pour out from the vase of the fading flowers we gave to our past selves.
I was leveled by your shining beauty the marvel of you reflecting heaven as a nervous anxious smile stretched across your lips and reached up towards the twilight in your eyes offering up an embrace as hearts raced and walked across water to defy secular existence.
that was the first moment I saw the wings you never knew existed
and that night words never needed to dance within the darkness of that parked car. the warm air forming waterfalls of honesty between our mouths kissed the brisk air forming mist on windows
we've drawn the path into a new garden blossoming sunflowers from the light of our lips to be picked by your now