kindness in the simple touch

a warm embrace of a thought

blissful moments within sunsets

that moonlit smile

this ( hear softness ) and so much more

makes me want to rest

in the ocean of your soul

in the soft waves of your eyes

your heart is my guidance

that voice a steady shore

so beautiful is the love that beats in your cells

pulsating ( boom - boom )

pulsating ( boom - boom )

( boom - boom - boom )

expanding collisions of crimson stars

such a magnitude

in this gentle

ocean

soul

.

what an intricate heart

was nestled within this soul

softly embraced . and whispered in the night

sing out your lost stars

collect the feathers

left on a dusty ground

a memory

a proof

of an angel’s feverish dance

a simple sign...

tell me, do you feel them?

do you?

( a lingering smile wrapped in sweet longing )

it's those kaleidoscope dreams,

my love

inhale the color glass

sharp edges swallowed by lightning

and melted into hollow spaces

( flowers grew in your lungs

as you fell into the ocean's waves )

you were lost

and

you were found

somewhere

between those parts

of tangled sounds

.

nothing to replace here, love

( those tender tones spoken to her soul )

the fragile wounds set much deeper

then your skin allows . not to change with new

inhale... mmm

deep strokes of paint on your canvas

you’re still just as beautiful within your heartbeats

you always were,

can’t you see?

turning that shattered glass into liquid silver

stroked by painless fires

healing heat against once bleeding parts

( lungs moving to new rhythms )

incoherent sadness touching your being like muted ice

but fading

fading until the dawn breaks, and you’re swallowing the sun

you are... stained color glass

pained from your struggles but real

so so real ( sang in murmurs

do you feel the smile against your skin? )

believe in what is you

please

liquid silver, heated gold

lost contellations

strength rising from the ashes

( within the tired whispers of you )

.

counted in lost pebbles

gliding over the surface of the lake

1...

2...

3...

memories of stars, sunk deep

4...

5...

treasures meant just for us

and only for us to see

6...

7...

8...

the pebble sinks, it’s a promise

a touch to embrace

marks of crossed paths

just murmurs in the still night

stolen moments of a life

that never was

and breathed a million times and more

she gazes at the ripples on the water

moonlight creases

a hand outstretched

please

count my life lines

they are endless with you

I saw him ponder in the night, silently sitting by the tree

legs close to his chest, hands on his knees

there was just something about him

and the look on his face

when the moonlight touched his skin...

those tired eyes,

it made me sit by his side and take his hand gently in mine

leaving us in comfortable stillness

until the night,

slowly reached the fragile dawn

those moments of steady peace

between two fractured souls,

just sharing heartbeats and breaths under the star-filled sky

not fearing the heavy clouds

or the promise of rain

late summer wind touching us in sweet murmurs

singing of something yet unknown

but that was always with us

in the end

swirling in our blood

like a salty storm

sticking to the parched lips

as we prepared ourselves to dive

I saw him ponder in the night, silently sitting by the tree

legs close to his chest, hands on his knees

we have the same roots to keep us strong

all there is needed is a helping hand

and a heart,

wiling to sway in the same rhythm

those sound made for us to hear

now

just

l i s t e n

it’s there

in y o u

.

she stripped me with gentle fingertips

one fiber after another,

until there was just light

covering this wounded heart,

hearing my soul

as it hummed only of her

somewhere in the middle, there is a standstill

a space between a single breath

painted flowers . growing on top of frozen lungs

of roots that hum melodies

between the falling snow

those first white whispers resting upon a meadow

build into silence

playing with the perfect stillness of a winter’s night

in the tall, hollow woods

forever it may seem, lost in slumber

( only a fragile pulse of nature

deep under the earth

echoing in the twigs beneath the soles of your feet )

letting you know to wait patiently for the gentle spring

a sweet promise

of painted flowers growing again,

on top of once

frozen lungs

no hesitation,

just the dark matter I breathe you in with

those moments,

when my soul swims in slow,

consuming fires

when it swims in you

slip the back of your hand past my fears slowly

as if learning

the outside curves of my thighs,

trace the doubts

that come from rejection

as if following the line of my spine

now very gently... please

let your soul glide within still open wounds

cuts

scars

many twisted cords,

you say it was so easy

to love my chaotic, damaged spaces

when at times,

I could not even see

one deserving string of light

between my tired muscles

and frozen air

that always lingered on the cold glass

but now... my darling,

I am learning the feel of spring between hearbeats

and the notions of your hands on my soul

it calls for you

all in me, it calls for you

unbreakable . in the things that you make me feel

( hard to name

but felt with every little part of me )

even when these erratic heartbeats of mine

are made entirely

of paper-thin glass,

even then, I would shatter it into a million and one

fragmented pieces of hope,

turning it into softly falling snow

( the calm of a lost meadow ) under my winter sun

that golden glow touching the fragile drums

hidden under my chest

somehow, you can always hear them

sensing the rhythm, sensing the strength I seem to forget

how do you do that,

my beautiful soul?

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