Fingerprint

 

I don’t want to be the me

With you

 

The puzzle is too crumpled

and it distorts the image

 

The light is filtered

In disarray

Through your shadow

Cast against this beautiful glow

 

The two peas

Want their own pod

For they suffocate in the presence of the other

 

And I don’t want to be the me

With you

 

Your kisses are fogging up the reflection

Your touch is making me boil

The passion is my foil

And I dissipate into the air

Sticking to the glass

 

I cant even see myself in the mirror

Though I smudge and absorb

I only notice ripples in the pond

Where you dropped your stone

 

A bare print

Leaves a pool in the sticky mud

And the sucking sound burns my ears

 

When the sun is too strong

Don’t wait too long

To take the wilting plants out of the sun light

 

When the moon is quite dim

And youre out on a whim

Don’t forget to bring your flashlight

 

My feelings have betrayed me

Upon this hour of sleep

And I fail to understand where they invent

 

There was a tree in a storm

Held strong by its roots which dig deep

Even in the wind and rain

Its branches maimed

The tree, bent, reaches up to the sky