I want to feel your bones
I want to brush my lips up against your perfect skin
Scrape my heart on your soul
And bury worries with this goal
If I can make you see me whole
My eyes are rapidly moving
But a rapturing one like you makes these movements find rest
The secrets of my world are wrapped carefully in this body
And by the end of this tonight more than sweat will find its way escaping me.
But it’s good sailing along the way
The winds have pushed me to your bay
And the sun is dancing on your face
Only if there’s a smile peering through
Can the breaking of boundaries find a soft pace
Smokey visions fasten the grip of my limbs around you
I’ll let you go for any request. But for now it’s tight unless
Where the rumble of this collision finds direction
We’ll make our way through this life together.
- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.