Can’t I just hold your hand
Try to feel your soul inside mine
Relax, exhale, take my final inhale
Drift off to sleep in my arms,
Blanketed in certainty and unattainable infatuation
Make me whole
Fill my fragmented cracks with the cement of your devotion
Tile the rooms of my brain with glass
To see within the deserted halls
see the shadows creeping out of obscurity
see the graffitied window panes,
Covered with initials of lost people
Make me feel alive
Enchant me with your laugh
Douse me with your tongue licks,
Feeling like stinging hornets or a
Tattoo needle crawling across my flesh
Battling the many scars, bruises, freckles, marks
Trace my veins with fingertips of silk
Dance under this canopy of frostbitten ceiling fans
Relinquish power to the earths seductive pulse
Be with me
Conform your broken body with mine and
Feel my sweet tears drip into your abyss
Soak them up like dried up dandelions
Shed them too
When you feel, I feel
Say jump and I’m
not scared of the height
Air is openness and the ground is your arms
Gravitate towards me, my
radioactive body decays
Feel the radiation, the heart wrenching terrors of
unrequited loves that have left me in
shackles designed for thieves
You have stolen my heart
****** it out of its cold castle,
Crystalized by broken promises
Dream me a new day
Enfold me in destinations beyond our reach
And make sure to catapult my shattered limbs and
Flailing body at the sun,
For it shines brighter than me
Need the comfort of your giggle
Tickling me from the inside, invading my digestive system,
Planting seeds of butterflies
Cope with my sadness
I’ll cope with yours
Please
Can’t I just hold your hand.
Written to be a spoken word poem; Marcy.