Your agony is radiant
Almost like your enthralling cotton skin in that black shirt
When you throw your head on a wooden table
And wrap your arms around where it fits
And I could almost hear your thoughts when you're hurt
Combustion as you go around in circles
So you drew your right arm from under your head
And you knew I was a seat behind
You gave me the offer to share your flames
When you wanted me to hold your hand
It was almost too natural of you,
like your fascination by my blonde strands
As you were rethinking what you've done,
when you offered to take my hand.
I ran out of depth when I took it,
and for a nanosecond i traced the stories i write
With the same hand,
same fingers,
right on your fingerprints this time.
Before my heart almost broke down in its wildness and gave itself to your palm.
I made sure I wasn't too obvious
and my stories were written with a pencil
That I quickly erased from the hand of a lover.
Whose been trying not to remember his vulnerability a few seconds before
And to quietly whisper:
''i want to hold your hand once more.''