switchblade

You said you had too many secrets
That this was one more complication
A line in a book filled with the
Blackest inks and darkest phrases
But I know I am good for you.
Its alright. Thus is the gap between fact
And fiction, fire and fate; words and
Worlds we cannot reconcile, but cannot leave,
Neglecting the brush of skin
On skin, because fingers are fingers
And touch does not lie
And that scares us both.

Your smirk that flicks like a switchblade
And hides that lover’s look
Behind your eyes for
Me and me alone
Because you are safe in
Rooms full of eyes and you know
That I cannot touch you there, and
These quick glances and two sentences
Of conversation a day are all
You give me to live off.

I would smash my fist through
Windowpanes, serenade you
With a voice that cracks like pavement
In sirensongs and prophecies fulfilled
Before I would let you believe that this
Has to end, here, now, while we are
Together in space, together in time
But you are half-requited and
Untouchable still.

So in my head I grab you, seize you,
Make you look at me, make you
See this etched and undeniable.
Holding on the front of your shirt and
Make your mouth meet mine, and
With all the weight of worlds and epiphany
Let our bodies tell you that this doesn’t
Have to be so difficult, complicated,
Convoluted, involved, byzantine.
Its alright.

In my head I take you
By the shoulder, feeling your bones
With my palm and stare at you,
Stare and pierce you, there penetrate you
With a gaze that tells you what
You already know but can’t own.
But I know, that I cannot

In my mind I teach you,
Reach you, with eloquent looks and
Words that are confusion alone,
That I am stumbling after you but
I am behind you, and if you turned
I would hold you close and let our
Heartbeats show why this is not so hard
With you close to me, my arms will do
The talking and with your face in my neck
You face that I love you and maybe,
Just maybe, this could work,
If you would let it.