Eyelashes
Take me to our place and I'll make you a trade.
Where it's deep and dark, and the air is warm and musty.
Tell me a secret, and I'll tell you something that I haven't even admitted to myself.
Brush that debris aside, uncover the dirt. There will always be dirt if we dig deep enough.
Draw me close to you. I want to take in your smell. I want you to pull my braid loose and run your fingers through it.
I want the tips of our hands to touch. The membranes between our fingers to nestle together.
I'll whisper in your ear. My stream of words will gush, the trickle, then meet your lips.
So this is what it's like
to meet your lips.
To taste your breath and scent and words.
Press your palms body lips to mine.
And tell me your secret.
And now they rest in our hands. Two seeds.
I wonder what they look like, but it's too dark.
And now it's time
to Let Go.
Hand me your seed, and I'll hand you mine.
Take the memory of everything-
the feel of you
the sound of your laugh
the way you make me heart beat.
Take the secret that I didn't really tell
and take the embrace
the kiss
that never happened
And let them fall to the dirt between our feet.
Brush the debris back over them,
and the sun will never know they were there.
This place, our place, is not ours.
It is not our story; it's a mystery that we happened to partially uncover.
This place has secrets, and now it has two more.
Secrets that we will never know the answer to.
We buried them along with the rest of it.
And I walk away without the part of you that had become a part of me.
Not knowing you. Is this freedom or ignorance?
It is a weight that has been lifted, that I don't know was there.
Maybe in another dream
We could've planted the seeds instead of burying them.
And climbed the beanstalk together.
We walk in seperate directions, and we're strangers again. Puzzle pieces that got put in the wrong boxes.
And now we'll never know if we could have matched.
Where it's deep and dark, and the air is warm and musty.
Tell me a secret, and I'll tell you something that I haven't even admitted to myself.
Brush that debris aside, uncover the dirt. There will always be dirt if we dig deep enough.
Draw me close to you. I want to take in your smell. I want you to pull my braid loose and run your fingers through it.
I want the tips of our hands to touch. The membranes between our fingers to nestle together.
I'll whisper in your ear. My stream of words will gush, the trickle, then meet your lips.
So this is what it's like
to meet your lips.
To taste your breath and scent and words.
Press your palms body lips to mine.
And tell me your secret.
And now they rest in our hands. Two seeds.
I wonder what they look like, but it's too dark.
And now it's time
to Let Go.
Hand me your seed, and I'll hand you mine.
Take the memory of everything-
the feel of you
the sound of your laugh
the way you make me heart beat.
Take the secret that I didn't really tell
and take the embrace
the kiss
that never happened
And let them fall to the dirt between our feet.
Brush the debris back over them,
and the sun will never know they were there.
This place, our place, is not ours.
It is not our story; it's a mystery that we happened to partially uncover.
This place has secrets, and now it has two more.
Secrets that we will never know the answer to.
We buried them along with the rest of it.
And I walk away without the part of you that had become a part of me.
Not knowing you. Is this freedom or ignorance?
It is a weight that has been lifted, that I don't know was there.
Maybe in another dream
We could've planted the seeds instead of burying them.
And climbed the beanstalk together.
We walk in seperate directions, and we're strangers again. Puzzle pieces that got put in the wrong boxes.
And now we'll never know if we could have matched.