| Posted On: | 2007-01-30 12:58:33 |
Sometimes when your sleeping
I trace my fingers over your body
tactile graphitti
I'm writing our story
you wake, then shower
erase all I've recorded
you wash yourself clean of me
tonight I'll begin anew
I want to mark you
the way you've marked me
scrawl my name across your heart
in deep permanent ink
communicating with my palms
I keep hopeing you'll dechipher me
my heart's morse code
it's fluttering palpatations
we're both puzzles
somehow interlocked
I feel something's missing
as you walk away
