You can be inked on my skin, marked on my heart,tattoos and unseen etchings with our names,all our words said in the other's ear Like a secret that knew precisely where to tear open the other, whispers traveling along breezes I can feel you in, the currents coursing through this vessel. Whether I become transparent to you in time, or become like towering walls covered in dark paints and smoke to hide how fragile I can be,...

The Christmas present ticked and would open soon. They've chosen one out of billions annually since the Code was deciphered because its power must be limited. They placed the box in my home on Christmas Eve, timer set for eight in the morning. I'm waiting in the living room now, heart thundering, unknowable sciences about to bring you back. You'll be there, naked. Alive. Every memory retained. Even your death. You'll ask...

I'll always wonder if you can feel me through the air,through the floating whispers in winter's coldest night windswhen I graze the soft skin of your cheek as you sleep,the smile curving lips as you dream will be me. Silently reaching and pulling the blanketover your warm tired frame,smoothing away locks of hairthat have fallen over your face,eyes opening to find mine. Asking the misty shape hovering over you,where have I...

You get close enough for me to breathe in, the unique glow from every constellationyou made in my eyes with just a touch,the meeting of our fingertips could be enough To make these dangerous energies burstand paint showers of every color across the sky. Before then, you never knew the poweryou held to make and unmake me,and I never knew floating in such quietspace was darker than any oblivion,until following the sound of...

Take these aching muscles,the cold filling my bones,the stillness flooding every night I lay aloneand chart the burning constellations above. My frame turns to crackling sheets of ice without you,when they finally tremble,the breaking will sound like your namethundering through me. And if names are nothing more thanloving prayers leaving our lips,familiar incantations only made for one specific being,I could spend forever...

I want to be the last note lingering as the song fades out,becoming a final chord to follow you into your dreams,painting the walls your fingertips curiously trace along before stepping out of the house.You follow the cold night air,the ghostly mist swirling aroundwhen you exhale and dry leaves crunch beneath your bare feet.Following a path to the woods,the familiar trees and faint sweet cinnamon scent of the same forest...

Your name cast on stone and skin forever through these dark currents,through warm channels and signals humming through tunnels,communicating the barest texture of what makes you.My hands can follow the bindings,coil with the roots you emerged from,perfect and calling out to me in a language I was still learning the calculated flow of.You must remember where I've come from,the dark cocoon your hands pried open to awaken me...

You wandered through the years,from heart to broken heart,the light once placed so gently inside youbecoming fanned fires getting ready to torch,sweep over with nothing but love. There was a dark divide between us at times,a quiet we did not know how to occupy,but words can be as damaging as prolonged silences,sounds shaped around what we can say betterwith the breath taken before lips seal with a kiss. You swam through t...

If your words are painted across my heart,if your face is drawn along every wallI'll go on to build around myself,then I could still hold on tosome semblance of you.Some parallel echo I may be able to record and mimic,create from scratch again and build any way I want,but each one of those possible timelineswould always carry a flaw sewn in somewhere.The color of your eyes may be a shade off,bedroom light revealing the wr...

If silence speaks volumes then it doesn't matterhow much oxygen is expelled from my lungs for you,if one breath can strip you to the boneand shake each monster you've molded my face to. Whatever you've shaped us into,I'll be in the dark and would rather keepthe moments where I looked intothe bare essence of someone,someone who could return such a rare gaze,and never flee from what we could build together. I would rather r...

Everything dims around me, a bulb's filament fading fast, the light along warm hands cautiously receding when we reach for one another. Our hearts like two darkened continents afloat, struggling to collide in our new forms. Consuming me now just as much as the first time I tried to unravel your mysterious layers, the clues and fissures entwining our maps, connecting the invisible traces between the glows you've placed so...

I wondered what you were waiting for,lighting a candle and sitting by the same windowevery night with the curtain slightly drawn open,casting a narrow slant of wavy glows like ghostsshimmering along your face.Our names never exchanged,we've always been strangers,but I saw something in youthat I recognized in myself,in anyone that lost their heartand waits to be held.Waiting for love to take itsunique shape before you agai...

I'll never learn anything about you by skimming surfaces,so I traced our steps to find what keeps tying you and I together,following the years back to a spark and a wick becoming one to light your home and cast out the phantoms that knew you more than I ever could.It wasn't wrong to want to be so close,to want your heart to encase minewhen I've seen skin to stone from what we've known,when I've eyes turn from bright gemst...

There's a stillness here now breaking,glows through the cloud's dark paths,as a hush falls over our homethere are whispers of you in every room,filling the hollows you made in me.I don't know if they're really just in my head,or if the echoes dancing between the wallsare beyond understanding.If what makes and sustains them is the same invisible forcethat draws people together and pulls them apart,like the countless shapes...

So much more lives in me than you'll ever know of,even though you once drew so close to me,whispering that I only know how tolook at the outside of things.But, when we're here as tangled resting skin,you always seem to be just out of reach.My fingertips navigate every fold of your heart and know these curves and valleysdo not belong to a stranger.Maybe that's what hurts the most,that you turn to a dim sky when our eyes me...