Thinking of You

Thoughts of you 
A wounded prism
Bleeding rainbow blood 
From skin the colour of acrylic 
Water upon water
Wet upon wet 
(Random noise; 
My pseudo poetry,
Commas and semicolons limping across the verses
In a desolate frequency 
Like an empty road echoing;
The silhouettes of silent wheels 
The smell of burnt rubber 
And the touch of gasoline)
I long to stare at your face that stands stark against the sky
A newborn moon; unblemished 
Rolling upon tethered horizons
Like a dime in the dark

O how I ache to be in your arms now
To be your ice and your fire
Your utter despair and open desire 
I wish I could hold you
Like ink in my paper palm
Like an unformed word
Like a fleeting thought 
I wish I could know how you see me
Am I an anchor that keeps you calm
Or wings that sets you free?
I know I heal as an afterthought 
And you are careful in remembrance 
And although we have met few times
These moments that pass
This liquid life
Is reshaped by our every touch
For the fire that burns us feels the same
Today, tomorrow, after an eternity again

I remember being
Your dream
When you were wide awake
A flower trapped within sunshine 
And I know I am not destiny’s choice
For my voice 
That dark tobacco of my baritone
Is neither honey nor nectar 
And my eyes that reach out
Through the veiled carcass of some velveteen night
Belongs to shadow and to spectre 
But love
Through the shards of slow time
That ebbed our feet away for many days
Now we walk
With our two hearts disguised as one