The hands of time
Count our endless moments.
The hands we hold
Energize love through touch.
The hands that give
Take away our torments.
The hands that heal
Can remedy so much.
The hands that bless
Bring grace upon our soul.
The hands that serve
Make sure we’re not alone.
The hands that write
Use words to make us whole.
The hands that love
Are the best hands to own.

look at the flowers
in the sky
marvel at its beauty
one last time

smell the roses
next to you
remember their soft caress
as you make your way through

touch your beloved
one by one
feel their skin
before you’re gone

lastly
hear the world
and say goodbye
death is imminent, my love

you stayed your while

When I say that you smell like graveyard I don’t mean it in a negative way
It not an unpleasant smell
Not in the slightest
Its familiar smell
One that i can recognize from a mile away
And go “Oh there she is”
It's a smell that i look for in your t-shirts or jackets
The ones that i steal from you to keep until the next time you get a year older
Because hey
You did it
Maybe things weren’t good
But you did it
You’re here
Your smell is one of the few things that’s kept me alive when i'm on my own
A graveyard smells like earth
Like an accumulation of grass and dirt
You don’t smell like earth but in a way you do
Earth smells damp and dark and occasionally fresh and clean at other times
Earth is home
In a way you’re home too
I look for you in crowded hallways
I find you in empty jokes and silence and whispers
You are a two in the morning text message
When my life is falling apart over the same girl
The one who no matter how many times that she rips my heart of my chest
I always end up letting her come back and do it again
You’re there when it’s almost night time but i just can’t be in my own head anymore
You’re there even when your own life seems to be crumbling in your hands
Sometimes i can’t tell that i’ve done something to upset you
Just that you seem to refuse to look at me
Or that there’s silence
Which isn’t necessarily abnormal
But this kinda silence isn’t comfortable
It’s like being trapped in a blanket of what did i do this time
I never want to have let you go
I never want to have to lose you
If there comes a time where i begin to wear away at you
I can
You’ve become such an important factor in my life that i can go if i need to
Because you’ve been through so much and you deserve anything
Whether it’s a galaxy on a string or your own personal constellation
You deserve it

I hear
And I can feel
The sleepy beat of drums
The deep growl of the bass
The music that somehow reminds me of liquid.
Carelessly flowing,
bouncing from note to note
and beat to beat
In a strong way
yet gentle.

A ****** tune
that sounds so magnificent
Is the purest form of contradiction.

Proprioception
Is the perception
Of your hand when it is out of view.
My proprioception
Is tuned to perfection
And I hope that the same's true for you!

Although I can't see
My hand behind me
I can give all my fingers a wiggle;
It may not seem much
Very different to touch,
But with touch someone lets out a giggle!

ice and fire through my veins
stomach meets the floor
brain growing fuzzy behind the ears
i cant see
i cant hear
i cant breathe

My eyelids become heavy with desire. Craving an unknown, improbable future. Color swipes behind closed eyes, painting the image my mind continues to reminisce.
My fingertips ignite with warmth. They wander to where they crave to reside. Charting its surface, memorizing the curvature with a texture ever smooth.
My ears perky of familiarity. Pleasured by the sheer sensual vibration of my name having traveled vocal chords, tongue, teeth, lips.
Surround, engulf, indulge me.
Your venturesome soul sails through dimensional dynamics. Could this be you inhabiting in my senses?

The scent of damp soil, mother earth's joy evident.
The sway of the trees, dancing to the tune of every raindrop.
The wind's roars, gushing past ecstatically.


The smile on my face, acknowledging the art.