amongst true lovers only
do we find the perfect fitting

only with hand-carved hearts
and woven words into the deepest
layers of skin
can we truly say we are in love

when our palms hugged for the first time
i felt your lifeline

every mark upon the ridges of your fingers,
symbolic of every mountain of life i've been
meaning to climb

your crescents, similar to those i suppose
that are on the moon
bring back the feeling of simplicity that
existed as i was a child, hopping in and out of
street puddles in the rain

the desire to explore

your hands are apart of this very earth
as we all come from stardust

i study your prints
knowing you have picked up the deepest
agendas of my own mind
as you were once one who held my
dying heart

and with those very same hands
you rebuilt my walls
and softened my outer shell

with those very hands
you caressed my heart
and shaped it to rest just upon
your fingertips

...

with those hands
did you rip and tear
the threads i needed to keep together

with those eyes
you watched parts and pieces of me
crumble in avalanches
and become frozen in the cold

you chuckled as i choked on disbelief
that you would let me sink so deep
to drown in darkness

the need to escape

as my hands clench the pebbles from
the bottom of the sea
and question if i must have been
made from the fallen dust of a
dead star

i study my prints
knowing you have engraved your
toxicity into my deepest grooves

as you finally let go

setting our memories free to blow away
with the wind
and my tears drip like melting raindrops

and i am finally one with the earth.