My lungs travel like a carrier pigeon.
They carry an important message
One which cannot be expressed
One that makes me, want to rip right at the seams
It makes me want to rip the threads even greater
Like that night when I tore off your clothing
Completely disregarding the fabric
I traveled downwards
Down the spine of your back
Ripping directly through the fabric of your skin.
I crawled
Towards an unknown destination
Placing my hands in the mind of your body
Your body would became mine
As we intertwined, and unwind,
And opened up our minds,
To the idea of reincarnation,
Where I remembered I used to mine,
As I looked for the entrance,
I knew you wouldn’t mind.
Even in the darkest of times,
I became blind,
So I used my hands
As I soon realized it was time to sink or swim
I floated back to the top
Crawling across the curves of your body
I swam across to your heart,
Then your mind,
And then your soul
And that’s when I realized,
Your heart had a gaping hole,
So I once again, believed in reincarnation,
of a past life
That now
I see
Was meant to tell of
a future story,
With an unknown ending
A fairytale, untold and unwritten,
Foretold only by our past lives,
Brought back together again
From the depths of our souls,
And every generation
I find the threads
And am somehow able to always
Seam us back together again