i’ve seen a seasick face
that has crept up on me,
and kept me pushed down
how air shouldn’t be.
creases take their places,
on a porcelain floor,
as they turn the faucet on,
to release me some more.
i’ve seen a love so gentle,
that washes over me,
like silk stained breath,
and the gaze that i need.
fingertips take their places,
poised on marbled skin,
and every movement raises mountains
for the only one i want to let in.
old cassettes are knotted like muscles,
dust ridden film, stained with spots,
even though they were broken,
that’s not everything they have got.
the face that smiles upon them,
and the voice that trickles past your ears,
were what you loved,
and will love,
and will love.
eyes as deep as sandbars,
always pull me in once again,
but i would hold my breath forever,
just to be asked to come in,
and every alphabet that my tongue,
has strung so eloquently,
will encircle my own mind,
until i’m heavy in arms made for me.
i love you with the second hand,
every second i tick too,
and every single moment i’m beating,
i swear i’m beating just for you.
