Lust
       On
            Fingertips
                      Is Better
            Than
       Love
From
        *Lying Lips

Let's weave our lips shut with weeds and explore the hushed secrets of the world with nothing but cold fingertips.

This takes place on a rooftop above the city
Almost twangy, almost

Stars are out, and boy, are they ever strong
The sweetest lullaby of a love song
Sung to me from your fingertips
Patetico

Strumming the notes as you would a lover
Best friends turned to endless memories
Perfect, soft whispers
Harmonies that make me listen so close
I don't want to miss a thing

Breathing in the calmest wind-- your air
Sospirando
Coming together with a melody that grows
Two bodies unified as one loud symbol--
Crescendo, dolcissimo, fortepiano, melting gelato  

Rosy reds and the palest clouds
Awakening both hearts, not a dream
You tighten your grip and beg me not to go
Ostinato

As long as you keep singing from your fingertips
Appassionato
And if those hands are your outlets
Bravura
I’ll stay here
Al fine

The beams break barriers:
sound
skin
a note, trilling out
bleeds into the dust-dancers filtering through
rays of sun heating my leg
paleness brought to surface
like some
small, vulnerable creature
a careful animal
i wander uselessly through petitions
cancerous
but aside from this.
I could find myself returning
tearing away old skin to be young again
you make me want to be
a not-so-careful
Creature

(heart failing
limbs flailing
shall i be a
finless maid?
orginal thought
we were boats
i conquered this
ocean, and you
conquered me.
now i see this:
you are the
ocean in which
i would
much prefer
to lose my lungs'
functionality)

drown me

You handed me hope like it was a gift from god.
But you tore it straight from my fingertips the second I needed it.

We let the align-
ment of our con-
tact create a new-
lyfound structure:

you dress our bed-
ding over frame-
work, shapes mold-
ing words on paper

as though our truth-
fully plaiting finger-
tips shape a stereo-
type linear tendency.