stringing hearts across the ocean,
cutting paper roses pasting lips
to the stars..
racing rhythms twining veins
to a halt.. loving friction
between lustful palms..
sweet, the way you hang
on every word.. the way i
anticipate every sigh..
every noise that can't create
words .. but let's me know
you're still here.. always there.
and my breath wants yours..
inhaling oxygenated stars,
and it's so far to walk..
across a sea of mountains
swirling whispers east as i
take one more deep breath
before i'm swallowed into
believing faith.
words are hard to put to
something so undescribable..
pressing fingers to a screen
with your name in capital letters..
where borders can't exist..
every thought clashed with
you.. with everything you.
sweet boy, i'm still stringing
my paper chain of hearts across
the ocean until you can grasp
the other end with firm fingers
and nothing short of hope.
hanging stars from the ceiling
looking up at them from afar..
drifting closer to you always.
a love for you and always..
if you hold my hand..
so.. promise me that when you
wake up in the morning with
my arm draped across your chest..
you'll remember to kiss me on
the forehead and brush my hair
behind my ear..
i'm keeping faith for you..
sweet boy.
[.. and if you dance on the moon with me..
we'll make a mockery of the stars]
