I've never told you this,
but the way you somersault around inside my head,
it seems like you should break.
I kept it secret because I always wondered
whether the splinters of your bones would hurt,
or would I like it if they became the only things about you
that touched my heart.
Pierce it, twist it, grasp it,
I need to feel something creeping up my spine.
Shiver, shudder, split,
give my nerves a reason to call your name to the falling sky.
And I don't think that I can give up,
not when your skin's so warm against mine,
not when this needle's keeping my eyes wide.
This will only last another twenty minutes,
let's love each other till all our colors spill twilight.
Blue veins and red cheeks, purple hands and feet,
we'll use our bodies to splatter this world in hues of light.
Sunshine teeth and moon knees, ankle stars and wrist rivers,
I could love this world so much better
if you were my morning and my night.
Bones lull me into the safety of your insecurity,
how quickly they could break and tumble me.
Caress curves underneath my hands,
fingertips prod blood and blushes.
Suggest a smile and tease me behind your lashes,
how quickly you take a cripple in your reflection and reputation.
Hold me against your heart,
I'll feed its pounding through my chest
to awaken what I've lost.
Tears, goose prickles, apprehension, overwhelming.
Just give me my sensations to match the swells of my stature,
the wrist rivers that have flowed yet not carried.
I need to feel again.
