He holds his words close to his body,
Choosing which few he’ll carefully share,
I pressed some trees between,
The pages of earth and sky,
So I could give them to you.
Do you ever look at how light falls on skin?
The contrast of light and shadow that defines you?
Playing with these thoughts,
If they are all just different sides,
Of the same rubix cube.
I dreamt of finger painting,
On your bare skin.
Colours contrasting against your body;
Lost in amongst the two.
And I turned you into art.
But really you already were.
What if you’re the ocean?
Because that’s how it felt.
And when you left,
You took it with you.
That’s the gap you left in me.
This is to remind me,
That beautiful places and souls are out there still.
Regardless of the arseholes.
Running along earth’s bare skin,
Lace ends of her corset,
And we’re both breathing.
When you love,
Their name becomes watermarked,
Wildflowers between the raindrops