A seed planted,
Turned around,
Hope.
A look planted,
Turned around,
Hope.
A smile more,
Turned around,
Hope.
Another look, longer,
Turned around,
I hope I touched your soul.

I can feel your heart ache under your soft, warm skin as I glide my fingers along your gold-mended pottery fractures. Skating on the glaze you've let me peer beneath to reveal your raw materials. We used to use air and clay and water to speak, now we communicate in a wordless language, born of naked otherworldly splendor.  — and  that planet, your body, I long to explore.

Tell me how do I love you?
I need to know how to breakthrough
I wish that I could speak your language

I continually chase after the things I could never have
Facing all the fears I never grab
I sit back and rehearse my lines
But yet failed to see the signs, someone was eyeing you first
Yet I still jump in head first.

I can feel my world unfolding
Now tell me if your pretty heart is worth holding
I know you can hear me just please say I'm your dearie
If our hearts could be syncopated, then I might finally be vindicated
Just let me follow your stars tonight.

Your silence
Sits
On my chest
Like
An anvil.