the ways that the candlelight
would illuminate the rises of your cheeks --
soft, sullen, sunken,
stretched, silhouetted.
the ways that my fingertips
would trace the point of your nose,
the fluttering frames of your eyelashes,
the ever-running ridges of your spine.
how you would speak to me
about far-off lands, gods and Greeks --
singing, sighing, searching,
sleeplessly, sightlessly.
the ways that your nails
would ebb and flow over the distant
distinct disconnected dashes of those
that dared to walk before those like us.
meager.
minuscule.
misplaced.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
the ways that the candlelight
would illuminate the rises of your cheeks --
soft, sullen, sunken,
stretched, silhouetted.
the ways that my fingertips
would trace the point of your nose,
the fluttering frames of your eyelashes,
the ever-running ridges of your spine.
how you would speak to me
about far-off lands, gods and Greeks --
singing, sighing, searching,
sleeplessly, sightlessly.
the ways that your nails
would ebb and flow over the distant
distinct disconnected dashes of those
that dared to walk before those like us.
meager.
minuscule.
misplaced.
