#fingertips
Giving my word that this time I will change
Promise kept for once indeed is something strange
Read lips when I say to you "Help me stay strong"
Painting your flaws red will always feel wrong
The way to reach goals is to grow to rely
On each other til the storm passes us by
It's learning to trust without question or concern
In rain until this painful period is adjurned
Waiting for strength to flood limbs
Clear each cloud away that dims
To dance on fingertips so near
Keep looking but it never reappears
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 3:19 AM UTC
I brush your spine with my fingertips
I kiss the lines that lead to your treasure chest
I rest in the enigma, I rest in your charisma
Waiting to explore your oceans
Can't resist you, your gaze has me frozen
frozen in the moment, velvet kisses on your mind like a poet
lean into it, lean into the moment
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC
___๐ฑ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐,
๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐;
๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐,
๐ผ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐,
๐ฑ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.___
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
Imagine, I'm laying in your bed. Beneath your covers.
On your pillow.
In your arms.
Imagine, you press your thumb to
my lower lip, and you can hear my heart
beating like a hammer.
You remake my ribcage with your fingertips, and
you teach me a new language with your mouth.
You touch me with intention.
Imagine, I let you. I uncurl.
Moonlight filters in through the window and pours over us. That silky-white illumination is reflected in your eyes and it touches
you so softly, I could scream.
And the exquisite truth of it all is,
that if you ever did get to touch me,
I think I would die.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:03 AM UTC
the oppressive sun
bludgeons away weakness
melts off my fingertips
a gleaming android
ruby red and autumn gold -
a human unfolds
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Disappearing isn't easy.
It takes time and effort
To stay away from everything
That you think helps
Because you're always itching to get back,
And it's always an inch away
From your fingertips
Because all you'd have to do is click a button,
And you're addicted.
Again.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
I used to conjure flames from my fingertips without a thought
And used them to scorch foreign poetry into your skin
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
If you ever ask me
how I really feel about you,
Iโll sayย thatย
evenย though weโre hundreds miles apart
I can still feel your fingertips
wander through the lining of my skin
and the warmth of your lips follow in cadence
Iโll say thatย
I fall asleep thinking about you
and wake with you being my first thought
Thatโs how I feel,
I feel you all the time,
all over.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
I run my fingers slowly
over the lips of another;
just to see.
But those lips
donโt brush as tenderly
against my tips
as yours did,
my original lover.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
I think I have begun to reach it,
the edge of the world.
whether it is flat or round
everything must come to an end
so I have begun to reach it,
the edge of
the world
of this world
of your world
of my world.
I'm **** near the end
im so close I can caress the stars
with my fingertips.
up here
the oceans have taken the size of a mere moon.
and I think what world
must lie beyond
but I how ready I am to leave his one,
or if there even is a world
regardless
I have reached the edge of my world
and I could not be more ready to
jump.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
It was in the warmth
of her body
where I found ecstasy
my fingertips laced
in the spaces between hers
our thumbs painting
each other's palms in subtlety
her head rests on my arm
my head rests on hers
in the midst of each other's surrender
and yet somehow,
even ecstasies
end in sober
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
and just like that
his fingertips know
after two years
they are back home
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
I sit on the sharp edge of the present
Fine line separating future and past
My legs dangling into the past
Preventing me from living the current moment
Dwelling on wrong choices made
Words I did not mean to say
Friends and family I lost
Each lonely thought grips me and drags me further into the canyon of memory
I am barely holding onto this cliff with my fingertips
How do I pull myself back up?
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
serein touches my fingertips
so sour, but so sweet
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Your fingertips planted trees on me.
You left a forrest
full of life.
But with no rain
there was no healthy leafs.
So the forrest crumbled.
And I cut the tress down
for I did not wish
to have a memory of you
on my body.
Yet, roots of the forrest
remained deep beneath my skin.
And I will now forever,
if I wish or not,
have memories of your fingerprints.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
I question wether heaven has gates
and if the Devil is their master.
If his fingertips has the power
to leave me out of paradise.
If he will turn me down
for what my mind has made me do.
Is there a reason they tell me to **** you
Was there a reason for this madness,
this chaos in my head.
I think there is but
will the Devil let me in?
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Is it love or is it just him?
Is it his galaxy-blue eyes,
or his sweet rose-colored lips?
Is it his soft pale skin,
or is it maybe his warm fingertips?
Could it be his vibrant laugh,
or was it when he held my hand?
Is it maybe the way he loves to stare,
or could it just be the small talk we shared?
Maybe it's love. Maybe it's really just him.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Beauty is braille
written in the fingertips.
Never reading a word upon you,
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย as my palms were pages.
And you were every word on them.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
I'll whisper my secrets
to the stars and pray
you are far, far away,
because my darkest
desires, and
wildest dreams
were not meant for you,
my dear.
They were meant for the
boy with the tree at his
spine and
all of my fantasies
on his
fingertips.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Stained ink to bring wanting. With concave, lights twisting
notes. Fingertips in unreal closet. Lights with mildew out
nothing. Pure broken tapping closets to ink fingertips.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
can i turn back time
and start again
drown me in holy water
cleansing me from the inside out
let the ashes of my form
float like morbid confetti
over me
opening my mouth to catch
the part of me that
i once held dear
my blackened fingertips
reaching for the universe
hoping one day i can be
a part of that ageless space
drifting in a place i call
home
the neon hands of fate
just an inch away
but the gravity of my situation
pulls me deeper
in the sea of my consiousness
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC