And now I’m just ashes and dust, shapeless.. my skin has become obsolete and there’s only one place I can be whole. There’s only one pair of hands that remember my shape, that can mould me again..
The old loneliness I treasured, its icy teeth long settled in my flesh were at home.
Dripping with longing and desire, and traces of trembling fingers on hot skin; with question marks and what ifs..
This is fire and molten rock, it burns through my bones and leaves smoking holes every time you place a soft kiss on the back of my neck, every time you rest your hand on the side of my face.
Yet it’s that same kiss that I await to fill the hollowness, that same hand to piece me back together.
But my love, what if there’s nothing left then? If the blaze leaves only ash in its wake and your final kiss blows me to the wind.
Have you wondered?
I search your eyes for the pain; not the one from the past but the one that soon comes from beneath that loving gaze. For the blow I now know to expect when I tear down these walls..
But you tear them down with your eyes alone, unwrap my mummified heart and hold it in your hands like the holy grail; this bleeding, shivering corpse..
You undress me with a gentle look, layers and layers of black cloth fall to the ground in a smoking pile and the soft smile at the corner of your lips turns them to ash..
I want to hide my nakedness from you, not the skin but the rotting wounds that will never heal, the pain that clings to my bones like a hideous tumour. But your fingers brush against the side of my face and disarm me, blow the last of my shield to the winds…
The words had dried on her tongue long ago. But she didn’t dare blow them away, and held on, a mouth full of sand choking her slowly. She carried the heavy bones that were once wings on her back and still searched for the lost lightness in her step.
The tears had dried too but the silent wails never stopped ringing in her ears. Her voice, almost forgotten, quietly hummed an old song in the distance. A ghost, she circled the grave full of all that she was and wished there was name on the headstone; for that, she couldn’t remember…
Perhaps it’s my turn to pray..
That one day there would be no Goodbyes.
That the sound of closing doors won’t leave lingering emptiness through the nights..
I blow out the candles and the flame in my heart. I welcome the darkness like an old friend yet hope that one day the fire won’t have to go out..
You walk in and the hour glass turns in my heart. The rage settles over my bones.. for the ticking hands of the clock and each second that takes you away, for the water waiting to wash away the smell of my skin from yours..
I squeeze your hands tighter and you slip through my fingers like sand. Your ‘I have to go’ rings in my ears like an air raid siren. I cover my eyes with trembling hands and shrink.. I dare not look again because I know you’ll be gone.
So I welcome the darkness again and pull the pieces of me back together. I lift up my chin like a big girl and walk, one foot in front of the other like my mother said, yet knowing that every step leads me back to you.
I carry the soft drops of sorrow on the end of my fingers. And in my palms the deep pools of love, eternal and unscathed. ..Under the soft touch of his hands I become a vessel, for the sun to settle beneath my fragile ribs and melt the ancient ice in my soul.
And though the head
held high had faced
a thousand winters, and
the steady hand had waved
a thousand swords,
you dared to fight for
what they all worked hard
And your head dropped;
and your hand trembled.
You stood against monsters
who never stopped
rising from the ground;
And you never fell.
But when he traced your veins
with his fingers,
For warmth had never touched you before.
I can’t write because I can’t feel. My wildness crushes against the wall that he built and I choke on the words. I can’t write because I can’t see. His fears wrap around my eyes, a thick blidfold; and I wear his smile on my soul like a pair of glasses. I’d be blind if I let it go.
The air grows thick in my lungs when I hear the lock turn behind me. I swallow the sweet lump in my throat as a faint shiver slips down the back of my neck. His first step fills the room with blasting fireworks and I watch him with the corner of my eye, faking composure.
I can’t stop my head from turning to welcome his tender eyes to the place they’ve already carved in my soul. My heart settles into an unknown rhythm, perhaps his own. Perhaps God was playing a wicked game when he made us forbidden, and our hearts beat in sync..
I’m watching his quivering fingers, fast thumbs tapping on the screen.. the soft lines that deepen on his forehead as he frowns, barely, then lifts his eyes to meet mine and they sparkle! A million stars crowded in a soft gaze. He blinks and wipes them away.
I imagine my face glows too, as I feel my heart bloom like a flood of peonies when his lips slowly curl into the faintest smile. Our eyes light the fire and, for a brief moment, it warms the blood in us both.
I look away, count my breaths to calm the storm that rose inside me and let the dark cold settle back on my bones. This flame is forbidden; my eyes close.
He prays for me.
And I dream of resting my head on his chest.. trembling fingers burried in my hair, growing still.
Of silencing fearful words with a kiss, softly; a held breath, the shadow of a smile touching his lips.
He prays for me..
And I wonder how the skin smells on the back of his neck. And would a shiver travel down his spine if my lips touched it. Would his eyes close? A held breath..
He prays for me..
To a God that denies us this embrace; that makes him estinguish this blazing fire and leaves the taste of hot ash on my tongue. My nails dig into my palms, my teeth bite hard into my lips and I let go.. a held breath.