I have reached that fatal point
in where I associate consequence with defeat and happiness

I have reached that fatal point
in where I associate warmth in spaces between your arms
and your fingers

I have reached a point so fatal that it has made me
feel
more alive

in between your curiosity I hide
I imagine myself in so many different places with you
and sit and just let my thoughts trail

I know you in a sense of understanding
and how subtle that is
I wouldnt believe it if I really knew you
saw your light in your darkest places
and saw the dimness in your vast brightness
saw your spine from the inside out
and felt your chest upon mine

I have tasted the poisin in your cheeks
but I have yet to hear your heart beat upon my ear

I have a notion brief yet so strong
of what your are capable of doing to me
that if you were to show me to places within your
hidden places
I might lean back and scream
what it is
what it is
to feel such a powerful thing

when I thought beauty couldnt strech her hand any
further
I saw what was behind your fingerprints
what was behind everything that was physcial
what was behind everything that was spiritual
something that went deeper

I see you
and then I see time
and then I see a mixture of colors
a blurr

this permanent handwriting on my walls
marked with touch by your words
has edged itself along the small of my thoughts
and I am devoured
depleted by you


To think that your sense was staggered
puts my thoughts to sleep
and I cant understand
how you thought I didnt feel the same

I walk backwards to how I hid so discreetly from you
if only you knew I feared you
and feared myself
feared how the colors might mix
feared how the pain might ravage us and lay
our hearts to waste
under the gravel of such beautiful little things


now I move
and where to exactly I cant press my tongue against that
but we move timidly towards each other