From forgotten parts of darkened forests, I have seen your eyes peering at the parts of my soul I have grown unaccustomed to showing.
Or maybe it’s the way your curtain falls after nights spent lingering in the shadows- wondering what’s best for the somber spirits you ****** with your cologne.
Your kisses lay like razor blades on skin that’s close to cold, moonbeams flickering on the edge of dreams that crawl between nightmares and terrors.
I have yet to let you in.

Come and look at the way my skin sheds at the sight of the setting sun
And see the stars placed along my vertebrae
Settled
In nooks your fingers will never touch.
Trace the outline of the skin along my thigh with a gaze
Shaded
By eclipses.
Breathe the scent upon my flesh settled with stardust and your fetishes.

You have a traveler's soul.
And a mind that wanders just as restlessly
As a ship lost at sea
Refusing to sink and become forgotten.

You have the eyes of hand woven tapestries
Hung on the walls of childhood homes.
Laden with memories and first kisses
Riddled with promises and Sunday afternoons.

You have the bones of a life felt from the other side.
A spirit touched by what it means
To be human
And what it means to be broken.

i'm on a mad rush
to see each one gush
that lovely smile
not one but many
in each new mile
lest i procrastinate
and find one sad day
that people have forgotten
how to smile and be happy
that they have become too civilized
let me capture the sun in their eyes
and savour the deep spontaneous laughs
by people with authentic feelings
quite unlike the plastic brigade
nurtured on too much television