There are power lines
buried in your wrists,
barbed wire fantasies
dying to escape
You and I,
we were fingerprints,
we were the ink stains
left behind
We were the frost left
aching on the windows
after winter has gone,
we were feathers drifting
down from the sky after
the geese have flown
We were the song
played during the credits,
we were the silence after
the storm, we were the glow
at the end of a perfect kiss
We were the hearts
that had never been broken,
we were the breeze that had
never been touched,
You touched me like
a sandstorm, like the flames
licking up the pyre on the day
Joan of Arc died, you touched me
like a fingernail moon,
longing for the sun
We spent our days in the sun,
our chapped lips turning red
under the sky, the paper dreams
you never gave me, because
if there's one thing I know,
it's that my waiting arms were
always waiting, you never
let your hurricane heart sweep me
up in the storm, I never knew
your mother died until I saw it
on the news, you had a life
outside of this and I never knew.
But if there's one thing I know, it's that
my heart stopped the day you let me
brush your freckles across your face
like wayward strands of hair
That little mouth
open,
soul escaping
through your lips