Skeleton!
Tell us what you lack ...
the ability to love,
your flesh so slack?

Will we frighten you,
grown as pale & unsound ...
when we also haunt
the unhallowed ground?

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I want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my LIPS.

LET THE INK HIT THE GROUND.

I Want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my BREATH.

LET THE INK HIT THE GROUND.

I Want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my SKIN.

LET THE INK HIT THE GROUND.

Are you sand?
I ask myself
Are
You
Sand?
I ask
As you run through
My hands
Understand
I love you
Boulder or lesser
I just happen
Not to be
The best guesser

Are you sand?
Burned to clarity?
Do
You
See
Beyond
What they
And even I
Perceive you to
Be?
Just be
Sand shifts
So elegantly
Overlooked
Though vast
Ground
But
Weathering

You
Are
Sand
To me
Do you count
Every
    Single
De-
       Scend-
-ing
Second with me
I lose track
In the
Warmth of you
Ever living
Till
I’m
Sand
Too

We are sand
Ground
Mountain
Traces
Independent
Wrapped embraces
Found in crevices
Of
Places
That we
Unknowingly
Found
Ever
Changing
Yet
Always
On the ground
Only valued
When
We
Are
From shore
To shore
But never far

I know what you are...

I was told to write about you,

    handing an empty sheet

of paper...

They asked how couldn't you
write a single line on how you
                                          love her.

"I said,

How can an essence ever be turned into
a language understood,
every one

                            is different.

Like a prism
       everyday is different
never the same.

Its like saying capture a storm
                                in a picture!

All you capture is the
                                  stillness.
Not the passion of the wind,
            
the voice of the rain,
             speaking to the ground.



"I asked them,

Capture your last breath ,
and tell me what words

you said...

How could I do that?

exactly, now tell me how to capture
                          her in words,

that'll do justice to how I feel about her...

Everything on my wrist is real,
            the scares from my youth

to the stitches cut out of me on the street.

         But none of you will cut me further than


                                   I fell in the past, I rose up..
  

And now my heads up high..

You'll never put this fire out, the smoke
                  smoothing you..

Getting closer to the ground so my words
             don't suffocate you.
      but my foot greets your words cos that's where
            your words had worth on the ground.

The audacity that you could even raise above,
                          to think that you ever had a cut
that was deeper than I'd self-inflicted.

I'll stand under the lamp posts in the dark,
       easy target, but I'll see you coming.

Thinking I'm alone, but I have friends in the dark.
            you never had no moment to rise,
  you got swallowed in the dark.
                    Tied to a chair, coldness held to a temple
that you never prayed to, but you wish you had now..


You walk out a new man, respecting that
             I'm the  fire and the smoke,
                            and if you want to breath
                    
                               you better **** the ground and make

sure your words stay down.
I'm in the light
                           but I have friends in the dark.
        I'm on probation but shades have different
                               pockets that I fill deep..

Know pardon my words I have things on my
                  wrist that are life lessons,
    you ain't nothing but something to burn at my bequest.