hand me your thoughts
so that if i may
draw on them with the scribbles of lights
blindingly bright yet addictives
wish nothing
but scrape your darkness

hand me your breaths
the sweet breaths of the north wind
even if yours as cold as winter
I'd catch them as they fall
between the curse you would say
melting mine with yours

hand me your hands
for me to take them
palm up as a sign
that we're just imperfectly perfect
like piece of puzzle
as i held yours
effortlessly and perfectlty