Motorcycles and mistakes,
I was screaming "I love you"
through sound-proof glass
to a blind man.
Shimmering eyes, like
fishing
lures - you in.
Soft pink rose petals,
like damp peach skin
unfurling in the sun
showing smiles that
kill me. Dead.
Best men and bed frames
you kept your secrets and I kept
nothing.
Hundreds of miles away
I watch the stars, and trace a path
One. Two. Three.
Freckles in the sky.
Freckles on your skin.
I trace my fingers down
your left side and I wish to kiss
the stars. Again.
Can't you hear me screaming?
I LOVE YOU.
I love you.