I want to kiss all your scars until they heal with memories of me tightly woven in.
Fickle fears on your ear drum
Reappear with the shore
Unmistakably echoing in your head
From the last time you placed the shell
On your temple
And begged to be answered.
She drifts to the gust of her gut feeling.
I heard your key press into the lock. It seemed a lifetime as the metal scaled and scraped the walls of the labyrinth for the end. A twist in the right direction and the cold clunk of the bolt as it breathed its release. Chills creep up my skin as you maneuver and manipulate our rugged old handle; too kinked from the cold this time of year. Chills. Wind sweeps in through the break of two worlds. My stare seems to lift you as my eyes drift from your soles to your soul. You smell the stiffness in the air and run to hold me. Do not leave, your body aches as it squeezes mine. Do not run away. But I stare at the key, stuck, but still swinging on the open door.
Dexterous, dirty hands of color and class: lead me in dangerous directions.
Thin eyes: widen by me and the inhalation of side-street dreams.
Thick body: release the masochist of memories that once chiseled your frame and allow me to pulsate new perspectives.
Pieces of you enter through pieces of me and slip on a new dream.
Hold out your hands
The rock slide
As it melts into gas
Faster than an avalanche
She rumbles past.