Painted Signs

I've always thought of ways to speak

like a mother bird sings to her children

she finds a tune that will soothe their ears and feeds their hungry little stomachs-

feeling things the way I feel them with you is like that

I don't feel so hollow or so empty as much-

I just tense up when we sneak around lip language,

the deep breaths and the gripping of skin.

I feel like a book left up on a dusted shelf

dying to get picked up by anyone who dares to be curious,

to read my skin like I'm human rather than just meat existing instead of rotting.

Graze your eyes across my pages--

my eyes hide more than they let on.

It all feels so right and I'm more terrified than ever, 

you touch me like I mean something-

not the way you touch your skin, but the way you hold your pen against paper-

and ink spilled onto the clean sheet

like the way your saliva stained mine

and I will always remember how your hand never let go of mine.

Reviews

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Awesome, I love the way you presented speaking and writing in an optimistic way. The flair of combining the love of reading and writing with the analogy of seducing and loving you. Hot, great piece. Thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas.