Work Text:
You wrote your name down
Right next to mine
Leaving smeared ink blotches
On pristine sheets
Of my shrined heart
Your eyes crinkled as you laughed
My face was flushed, heated at your proximity
Like a deer in lights
The boy inside the snow globe, I watched you.
You were warm sunlight, melting the ice
Thawing on the apples of my cheeks
Your caress soft
Your hands scraping against the rough sheets.
Your eyes a gentle blue
Twinkling soft sweet poems at me
I'm floating in the Mediterranean
You anchor me,
Light me up, Turn me golden.
I pen down words about those eyes, that wind blown fringe
My heart in its tangles.
The words look pretty, running together
(Like I want to with you)
But they don't look pretty enough
So I cut some corners, sharpen some edges
Turn it just that tad bit messier
It looks real now
Like you are
But it's not you on paper
It does not hold your light
Or your laughter
Or your touch
It doesn't hold me, the way you do.
So now I scribble about me
Me of you
And you bleed onto the sheets anyway
Like you do into the way I dress
Or sit, or laugh
I don't try to erase it.
There's a voice that says I can't create art
Art without you in it.
It sounds like my mum.
So I put my heart down,
Violet indigo and blue and pink
Flamingoes and bunnies
Sunflowers and home
I put me between those pages
And I sing them to you,
Hand out my heart.
Palm to palm.
Melody to melody.
And in all those pages between us, there is me
Of you.