"interlock" poems
I want to touch my fingertips
To the center of the brim of your cap
And run them along the edge
One hand in each direction
Until the stiff peak gives way to soft fabric.
I will gently slide my fingers
Under the edge of your cap
Until it lifts off your head
So that I can toss it behind you
To be forgotten about.
I will trace your jawline
While you say things
In that honeyed, gravely voice of yours
Only it's not quite gravel- not that harsh
More akin with rough sand.
Then you will smile
And your teeth will shine white against your tan skin
While your eyes crinkle and laugh
And I will fall, sinking into their pool
Of warm, caramel coffee.
You will find my hand with yours
And interlock your fingers with mine
Holding them both to your chest
Your hands are large, rough, and strong
You only hold my hand, but my body is paralyzed
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 3:26 AM UTC
is it new york i love
or do i crave being
near you; crave the
one in a million
chance that if we
were in the same city
we would run into
each other on the
sidewalk while i’m
on my way to buy
flowers and you’re
smoking a cigarette
dressed in all black
and i’d smile at you
and you’d grab me by
the wrists and scold
me for being away
for so long and then
i’d let you kiss my face
as you interlock your
fingers with mine and
you’d never let me go
again, you would
take me with you
wherever you went
and i’d never look back.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
i starve myself for this moment
gifting you my delicate sensibility emptying my body for you
bearing my scars wide open
let you touch my vulnerabilities
you swim through my body back and forth
cut my skin layer, after layer, after layer
no corner is unknown to your touch
your firm hands exploring my every parts
you grab me, lift me, toss me
taste my honesty and fears
fill my body from the tip of my hair to my toes
break the wall in me as you penetrate my soul
pull the innocence from between my legs like silk
conjure beauty in me
make the bitterness in me disapear
you break me, brick, by brick, by brick, by brick
pull my hair, tilt my head
drain every muscle in me
we break walls that leads to others, that leads to trap doors, that leads to infinities
the past and the future merge into one to meet us in our present
we breathe as one, form a unity
one body, one soul, one purpose
we connect, interlock, intertwine
we levitate to an infinity of desire
reach the line between reality and transcendance
the moon and the sun both witnessing the beauty we're creating
we ****** and create an explosion of billions and trillions of blooming flowers
piece by piece, you build me back up
bit by bit, we emerge from the magic we made
from caterpillar to a butterfly
We are born again!
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
It's me,
the bench
The one who
let you nestle
your scraped knee
atop my wooden boards
The bench
that watched your parents
interlock their lips
from prom to
the sound of bells
those wedding bells
The bench
who would adorn
your family
the bench
who would mourn
your family
I have almost
withered away now
time is almost over now
But replacements are fine
I see a badge on this new bench
"Dedicated to you and your family."
I am happy now
I can die in piece now
I am the bench
and I loved you so
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
You and me? He said, we're like parallel lines.
Cursed to be apart forever, always just a little too far.
But your slope is the same as mine, and even parallel lines meet at the horizon.
So meet me at the horizon, my love.
Reach across the gap between us and we can intersect where our fingers interlock.
Be my point "b". I will meet you wherever you want to go.
I might not be the "x" you've been looking for, but I'll always let you have the last piece of pi.
We might seem a little irrational, but love is undefined even to this day.
We're both a little odd, but together, I think we could be even;
Even better than anything this world has seen.
So help me test this theorem.
Help me graph this line.
Even if it's only a segment, it will be the most beautiful that I have ever seen.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Have you ever wondered about your own mortality? What is ahead of you in the depths of Limbo while you continue to wait for a 'judgement day'?
Humans are vulnerable to such thoughts obstructing their minds. Everything becomes clouded before it turns into a blur. Then you are no longer.
Mortals spend their time going through a routine while we cast down to watch, much to our dismay.
You never know what fate has in store for you, so don't complain. Do not fret nor worry. Time is all that matters. The twisted hands of two for to forever interlock in the dance of Death and Life. Never shall such beings intervene.
Raven eyes set bright and clear as snow on nights of ice and dew.
Ebony feathers drop with a platinum glow amongst their linings against the lighting of the moon.
A ****** crystal and cerulean gem that shine so bright together even if it isn't natural for such shades.
Balanced, are the world of the living and the world of spirits. Pureness and corruption are never to overcome one another. Balance is key and the key is a truth you still have yet to find.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
It is
And it's changing
The wind into summer shower
Into mushrooms and birds mouth
From river to the sewer
It is and it's changing
From dark to light to dim with
Speckles of sun born by the
Mirror in you childlike hand
You are catching dust bunnies
Sneezing and laughing
And the dirt could be followed by magic
And the kiss isn't greased by the notion
Of sin and the sin is only a word from the book
Death and insanity
Are frightening and profound
Your world is built from
No buts but ands
And they flow into peace
Just as well as the film of oil
On the ***** puddle
Astonishes you with
An iridescent rainbow
Duality is born by fear
You split and separate so
Caught up in the survival game
To keep that face and partake
Of wealth and fame
Empty is locked in the dungeon
And the words interlock
In plain patterns
Yet alive as they produce sounds
And the smell of tangerines
On a tree by the coast of Sicily
Reminds you of the day
When you could still enjoy
The warmth of sun
It absorbed into its juicy flesh
And there's no need to run
No need to stay
No need to cut off the ties
When life offers you more
And the heat and cold are feelings
That gets names as they replace each other
As they flow unstoppable
Dripping reactions
Burning like acid and smooth like milk
All in one glass
And when you have no thoughts
Ask questions
And when you feel the pain
Stay present and consider humanity
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
I don't know about butterflies
but
I know happiness.
In my stomach,
I feel only hunger,
fear
and sometimes indigestion;
but never butterflies.
Even when I see her
and she smiles at me,
I feel happy
but my stomach is inactive,
silent.
But
when our fingers interlock
her eyes meet mine
and our smiles parallel,
I cannot help
but
feel at home.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
*
Cast among the downpour,
gates beneath dark clouds are left open
The creek is rising, drowning underbrush,
darkening tree trunks,
moving swiftly the discarded,
Collecting at the walls of this place,
as stone and mortar slowly crumble
From a desperate vantage point
overlooking nature’s angry powers
I see a shape, a floating aura,
eyelet gown of gold stitch, woven ribbon dreams
Mahogany hair flowing, eyes captivating,
drifting atop muddied raging waters,
directing the flow with blown kiss persuasion
Suddenly swept away, barely a breath remains,
swallowing life in surrendering gulps
Flailing intoxicated waves, undertow’s grasp,
when a hand reaches, fingers interlock
Glazing blue skies whisper in sunlit reflections,
ocean breezes soothe washed out tides,
as a sand dollar wishes on a seashell
And now upon this beach I lie safely within soft arms,
tasting her mimosa lips, warm and sweet
I drink in her flavor neath palm tree shadows,
cool in the heat, but hot of her skin
My heart hears the glistening, tingling my senses,
awashing me in desires impossible to imagine,
as I happily drown in her*
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
With no expectation all's novelty
The new patterns don't astound us
We can stay in the middle of the river with our heads above the water
And safely watch the coastline pass us by
The outside world an ocean of television static
The signals painting pictures of entropic holograms
That interlock and correlate
Until the ghosts of time are churning out
Like geese into a a tiny hole
In an orange plastic fence
Fleeing mischievous youngsters
Who love to watch them funneled in
Like grains of sand in an hourglass.
We too live in an hourglass
And the grains of sand empty out the bottom
Floating aimlessly through an unending void
And the ultimate improbability
Goes through the formality of actually occurring
When the grain of sand finds itself at the beginning
Passing once again through the hourglass
Undivided, indistinguishable
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
May I have your hand?
Okay....
I would like to tell you
how you were made
And what these folds mean
Inside your hands
I know it sounds silly
but please listen to me
Haha okay so...
That crease right beneath your fingers
Means invincibility
The ability to ensure serenity
when encountered by enemies
the will to build
the power in your veins
strive during the worst
to prolong a better days
A creative freak
A pursuing perfectionist
Etiquette of measurements
Treasures endeavour unhesitant
And you care for it
Your strength will prevail
Take your time
And you will see
How your mind is unparrelled
Do you see it?
Can you see it smiling at you?
And that crease at the bottom
That cups your thumb
Represents your beauty
And your the rarest that they come
But you haven't realized it yet
And its frowning at you
Your potential to succeed
And the elegance you brew
Your smile is of wonders
Your eyes are a universal sunset
Gorgeously burning
But you haven't realized it yet
Do you see it?
Do you know how beautiful you are now?
And now....
Its your middle crease
That bounds your strength and elegance
With such unravelled symmetry
Now I want you to look at it
......
Stare into its shape
......
Now I will hold mines up
And if they all match
It means we are soulmates
Wow,
They look so much alike
So give me your hand
Let our fingers interlock
And our uniqueness will stand
.......
For the rest of our time
Look into your palm
One will frown and one will smile
And the middle will keep you calm
The middle is me
The reflection of your soul
And it will be there
Till our spirits are up with the nightsky glow
I want you to look at me
And repeat what I said
Because no matter where I am at
I will be in the folds in your hands
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
today we decided to bake a cake.
it was my idea really,
you said you were the expert,
but i wanted to help.
i poured water and oil
while you cracked eggs,
then i stirred and stirred
until you poured it in the pans.
you placed them in the oven
that i avoided
because it is my greatest
fear.
we waited until they were done
we waited until they cooled
so that we could decorate.
again you took charge,
but i didn't mind
because i could've watched you all day,
taking your time-
so delicate, fragile, gentle.
your handwriting is beautiful
and you wouldn't let me write,
so i chose to respond
with a frosting fight.
we chased each other in circles,
in circles we chased each other.
you grabbed my wrist
(if only you decided
to interlock our fingers,
i wouldn't have minded).
so i grabbed your wrist
and we danced around-
our feet were pound (ing)
frosting hit the ground
we laughed with a joyous sound
and then you found...
the perfect opportunity.
you smeared it in my,
face
nose
hair
clothes,
so i chased you up the stairs
and you tried restraining me,
i chased you down the stairs
and you helped me see,
that we had no time left
for fun,
we had to finish the cake
we begun.
so i grabbed the sprinkles,
you caught the ones that fell;
i handed you the candles,
frantically listening for the door bell.
it came too soon
we had to hurry put everything in random places act like everything was normal
because the cake was a surprise.
later we finished,
you lit the cake,
it was truly beautiful,
what we can make,
when we work together.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
I want you to trust me enough
to tell me even your deepest secrets,
the ones buried so deep
they live in the marrow of your bones.
I want you to map out the story of yourself,
the one running through your veins
so I can trace it back
to your heart.
I want to be enough to make you feel
even when your nerve endings have died
and your brain has gone numb.
I will wake you from your coma.
I want to interlace our fingers
never to let go,
while I hold every ounce of your hope
in my sweaty palms.
I want to tell you who I am,
the story written in my scars,
shattered hopes, tainted memories,
and rare smiles.
I want you to open your ears
and let it all pour in
but if it is too much,
I will not let you drown.
I want our indivdiual stories,
our tapestries full of different things,
to allow themselves to grow
and wrap themselves up in one another.
And I want us to do the same,
as our stories interlock
we will follow suit
because I am infatuated with you.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
Venus eye trap please
Accept my humblest apologies
for allowing these normally perfectly well behaved pupils
To rove carelessly across this shuddering carriage
And interlock with your own
For just a fraction
Of a moment
Too long.
From two rows ahead
On the 42 bus.
Through no fault of my own I was caught off guard by a sudden and unexpected spike in interest,
That caused my eyes, hypnotized
To run their boorish and misogynistic fingers over the gleaming contours of your beautiful
Ivory toothed smile.
Stolen goods. Simply intercepted.
Not delivered to this godforsaken countenance
But to the infinitely more charming
Disembodied voice at the end of the line
Invisible, omnipotent
He's just shared with you what must be the best joke ever told by man.
Yes! I greedily consumed the ill-gotten merchandise and shamefully enjoyed it.
Quivering with benign, desperate exhilaration like the man whose jaw is slowly locking around the cold and tasteless barrel of a gun.
Press no charge. It won't happen again.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
*On the seashore ensconced
In great walls of coral rock
a crab and his mate
interlock in a vice griplike
embrace rolling from side to side*
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
I tend to wonder
From time to time
What it would be like
If I didn't meet you
On that Monday night
I reckon it would be just fine
As the pain you have caused me
Cannot be defined
Despite all the pain and sorrow,
I still look forward to tomorrow
It's all still engraved in my mind
All the memories
You have left behind
My mind cannot stop thinking about it
It's like my favourite song on repeat
Sometimes I have to admit defeat
To the fact that I'm standing on my own feet
All the time we spent together
I swear
I will always remember
Those Tuesday evenings by your side
Feeling your fingers interlock with mine
Then you would come and hold me tight
Making me feel all the butterflies inside
Sometimes when I feel lonely
I tend to reminisce on the past times
Those days
when you were still mine.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
you, my first happiness
you, my first interest
you, my first smile
you, my first touch
you, my first interlock
you, my first song
you, my first bloom
you, my first embrace
you, my first love
you, my first sun
you, my first fall
you, my first sorry
you, my first ignorance
you, my first tear
you, my first sorrow
you, my first hatred
you, my first wilt
you, my first death
and i, your last moon
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
A modern day Henry VIII
You royally ******* me over.
We get ****** up and my head starts spinning
You giggle out an apology...
*******
I k-k-k-keep re-reading the line above your eyebrow
Stupid, stupid boy.
I gag on the taste of your breathing,
Your face so close our eyelashes interlock.
Strumming your fingers on my rib cage,
you crack my chest wide open.
**** ribs, and heartbeats.
You embed yourself between my lungs
Pressing palms into my spinal chord.
You fill me until I threaten to fall apart, only to gingerly remove yourself.
I think I'm growing up
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
my pulse stops when our hands interlock
my palms sweat when i see you
my legs feel numb when we're intertwined
and i feel like my brain bounces off the walls
of my skull when you leave
i feel the withdrawal in my bones
but my heart knows that
you'll come back
tomorrow.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
Two souls entangled
Indulging with something new
Both left breathless
Suffocating in truth
Lights escaping
Darkening this tunnel
Embarking new adventures
On the other side
Its true
We could have created lights
Brightening up
This heart that took flight
With fragile wings
I'll guide you through
Never to leave you
I swear its true
I spread my wings
It was angelic you said
Oh so beautiful
Before my fingers could interlock with you
You disintegrate before me
You doubted my wings
That have been carrying you
I stood fix silenced
Not knowing what hit me
Holding on tightly to what's real
The memories I treasured
Oh so dearly
Even when all channels
Disconnecting energies of us two
Your sudden absence
Left me confused
In between space split in two
At my lowest and humble truth
My heart still stays with you
For I won't embark to the other side
This piece of adventure
Was only meant for me and you
If ever a day you seek me through
Your heart will bring you to my solitary
Intertwined...
©2013 Maman Screams
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
A name,
a face,
a body,
interlock and swirl.
A game,
a chase,
commodity,
treasures, souls of pearl.
Morals fled,
the soul has bled.
Regret and shame,
myself to blame.
Passion hides,
all subsides.
Feelings faked
for who's sake?
Turn around,
do not go back.
Know it's face
and what it lacks.
Redeem,
progress,
resolve.
Esteem,
redress,
absolve.
Evolve.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
what if there's a place out there somewhere, where i can lay my head on your chest and we would be smiling happily while watching the sun sets
or where we can dance our heart out in your living room, with that corny playlist of yours 'til we out of breath
or a place where we can stroll around the town at midnight, walking side by side while our hands interlock
what if there's a place out there somewhere for us to fall in love?
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 4:32 AM UTC
You are so incredibly, imperfectly, beautiful that it amazes me to how oblivious you are to it.
Maybe its the way your eyes light up when you talk about what you love. I know that look, its the look of a kid on Christmas Day.
Or maybe its your lips. Like rose petals they pin themselves back, showing your teeth. As you scrunch up your nose, you give that whole hearted laugh. I'm not sure if your laughing at me, or at the moment. I guess I don't really care, I'll take what I can get.
And I've seen you at your worst. I've tried catching you. But my big eyes are not a substitute for my small hands. So maybe I'll just fall with you instead. Besides, isn't the view so much more beautiful form where you can see the whole sunset. Though you say you haven't seen the sunset in while. But, you see it everyday in the mirror. Everyday, the purples and reds and oranges reflect onto the world off your eyes.
Your eyes are funny like that. You wear that mask like its your job, but your eyes never stop telling the truth. You can't fool me, not even with the mask. I know your lies. And then there is your hands. Like velcro they seem to want to interlock with mine.
You have big hands. They can catch. Which is good. I'm terribly clumsy. I'm good at falling.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
I am forgetful but I notice everything
I will notice the way your irises contract
In and out when you look at me
But will forget to do my laundry
For a few weeks
I will notice the shape and
Texture of your lips
But will forget to stop
Picking at my face
I will notice the way your voice changes
When it's only you and me
But will forget to buy toothpaste
At the grocery store
I will notice the way your body is curved,
The way our mismatched fingers interlock,
The way you hold me as if intending to never let go,
The way you smell like fresh linen,
The slow beat of your fragile yet fighting heart
But will forget to mention these things to you,
I notice small details about you every day
Even if you think I don't
I forget a lot of things
But you are something I could never
Forget
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC