For the sake of time
just undress your eyes and tell me a secret
Tell what you’re about and exchange
societal mediocrity for sincerity
Because I’m afraid you sometimes let lies and stupidity cling to your clothing
and I think you should shed
Like snow from the sky
and let me see some bones
some proof that you exist
if only in the conventional sense
if only in the measurable sense
Take a step back and let me look at you against a soft and powder blue back drop
Because I like the view
Because you are an image of actuality
and I don’t have to touch you to know that you’re real
I don’t have to trace the lines on your hands
to be taught that they not only circle around your wrists
but also across your face
and they tell a story
One I’m afraid will be misinterpreted, neglected
I’m afraid it will only be read as the surface of the skin
I want to dissect the look of concern from your face
Because I can only offer you a lack of words
for all I want is the sight of you
the sight and simple notion of your existence
which is a subtle scream smothered by the slap of the wind at our ears
and I’m not entirely sure if it was ever there at all
So I’ll ask you to scream it again and louder
until the sound rubs the slippery slide of your trachea
raw and ******
And I’ll ask you to scream it again and louder until the vocals
slip past my sense and sink into my mind
where I can only hope for them to subside as a memory of an explosion
and wait for them to bloom again in the spring
tangled twine of the mind
impossible for me to forget you