Warmheart

when we recognise what is pulled to the surface
from the depth of our character
when like a magnet, lover attracts
this colour-bound side of us,
is it you who creates my happiness
that creates my flat sadnesses
them that creates us, validates us
make within the universe space enough for us to
be ourselves

no

what in those people do we inspire
be it a burning skinscar
sleepless nights or a
fire so deep inside they
cannot stop smiling
warm spills over and touches each arteried finger
all i can remember
is that once organs felt made of
steel
where now they are made of melting
that music was made of fear
is now made from celebration

nothing left between the lines
to read into
nothing more than calm bliss
a state i've felt just once
my first love,
used to spread warmth too

he had hair just like you
the same dimpled lip
eyes that bore into me
like the core of my being was
the most precious

rusty venom
in my skin, igniting fierce
mental conversation
hatred burning like spiced cinnamon
false perspectives
false pedestals

all along
this softness,
this flesh of patchouli and grace
this menthol-based tastebud reached
in between our embrace for
just enough time for a snowflake to die
delicate
obscure
divine