Here is my hand. Hold it, touch it, embrace it. The hand that reaches out for you Is a solid hand, a steady hand, A writer’s hand, A lover’s hand. It is your lover’s hand.
The hand you hold Is the hand that holds you. It is the hand that dries your tears, The hand that grazes your lips, The hand that is gentle with you, Strong with you, Passionate with you. It is the hand that is with you.
My hand feels you. My hand feels your heartbeat, Your breath, Your tension, The heat of your skin, The release of your stress, Your desire. It is the hand that desires you.
My hand alone sometimes trembles. Sometimes it is lost, Sometimes it is scared, Sometimes it’s unsteady. My hand is cold without yours, My hand needs yours to grab, Its fingers locked between yours. In your hand my hand is safe. Your hand is safe in mine.
Your hand is my hand, And mine yours. Where your hand goes Mine goes too. My hand goes with you. My hand is always with you.
Where was I when My mind was clear of thought? In gloom In gloom Yet out of shadow I bloom
No sweeter than A maple candy Were the scent of rising Fresh spring flowers Happily dancing in the showers
Like them I return From a dark and empty slumber Refreshed Refreshed I am waking from my rest
The enigmatic me, I am the phantom bird The sphinx-like you, who exists in shadow You are effervescent, elusive You are a past life, a future creation I, well I am unearthly, a singing phoenix I am a thousand voices reshaped in rebirth You, a face shifting behind the veil One and the same, many things, unknowable If I am somebody's songbird, calling the cat If I carve a place in the hollow of a hand If I am another's, still unclaimed, still mine Then I am yours, always yours Who am I whistling to in the night If not someone as nameless as I? In the space where mirage becomes breath Between these legends, you are me, I am you
Your head in your hands My face below yours I look up to your watering eyes A pain I can feel in the Tensing of your thighs I whisper to you "It's alright, it's alright." Your hopes falling as They leak from your eyes Dreams that dissolve as Quickly as the splattering Of droplets on clothing Evaporation so ever present As your expectations of us Or simply and only of me
I would like to be no one A nameless, faceless, Shapeless form To walk through life Unknown Lost in the norm
Everything I do will blend Into the scenery, The earth, unheard And I, no one, am but a wisp, My life Never occurred
When I have gone in whisper Give me an Unmarked stone Or better yet, nothing No one was here I, thankfully, was alone
Winter comes to me As an old familiar friend Wrapping me up in its Dark nostalgia Its shadow arms holding Me gently in the day
Grey skies merge into White covered earth The blending of light Colors suddenly Fading into an Afternoon blackness
The cold is my comfort Its wind is a weathered Hand's gentle graze Slowly feeling my face Like winter is remembering What I feel like too
The birds have flown South with our love Our passion fruit Fallen from trees Like the autumn leaves
And here we lay in The dark afternoon You are too angry And I am too tired To care that we expired
We turned back clocks Gaining an hour to Linger inside our Wind up toy romance Spinning its last dance
Even the wildest Of creatures Still long to be Held tightly Sometimes, If only for a Moment Even the freest Of beings Still long to be Kept in Someone's heart
I wouldn't ask for you To meet me under covers I wonder if you know There are no rules for lovers
Did you make lines to cross? Were they drawn in the sand? Were they passed down Like family jewels Or golden rings on hands?
No handbooks for hearts Bodies aren't black and white Driving in the dark All these roads blink yellow lights
We've been friends We've been more We have both loved others Kiss the labels off my lips There are no rules for lovers
Your mind is a carousel Of recycled thoughts Cyclical relapses Up and down Between your Rejected horses You are continuously Bouncing backwards And I'm not along For the ride
There's a little cave On a little beach That for most people Is just a little out of reach But for us It's always worth getting there
Past the palm trees Through the vines We walk there barefoot Taking our time Since for us It's our magic little somewhere
We lean on the damp rocks Hand in hand And we don't talk Dig our toes in the sand Our paradise is Quiet like like the waves
I watch you Looking out towards the sea Where the gulls cry Where you walk with me When you can't make it here To our simple hidden cave
We light our candles They light up our eyes Burn up our fears And our disguises So by amber nights We really see each other
When the sun comes up We go out again Say another farewell To our secret den Go our separate ways Always coming back for one another
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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