sewn just beneath the skin,
so when you run away,
I don’t have to be quite
ready to go let you go.
And I wish it could be sweeter,
the taste of your kiss
and breathing you in,
I wish it didn’t hurt us
to be closer than this.
I was too passive to chase and claim
with the same raw force you could
so easily sweep me away with,
the force that others use,
illuminate you with in ways I cannot.
But I do know that if this rush,
this infinite channel met,
tuned to yours before dimming,
you would see what I really am.
And if you still want me,
maybe it’s for the best
to never let me know.
I’ll keep your touch like a whisper
fluttering just beneath my skin,
so when you pull away,
I’ll stay lost inside the clues
that your voice left behind.
And I wish it could be sweeter,
I wish it could mean more,
the ripples in your breath,
exhaling what came before
a beautiful shimmer left.
I wasn’t scared of flesh
on the brink of meeting
or of the stones in your heart,
where I could never be certain if
you longed for more force.
Or if you ached for
something more gentle,
quietly steered within impulse,
in molten waves before the rush
sweeps through your entire core.
Tuned to yours before the dimming,
you’d see what I really am,
not the force you’re so taken with,
not the wounds I’ll begin hiding now.
I’ll keep what I knew of your heart,
like a vow sewn tightly to
the vulnerable seams of my own,
so when you’re a cold stranger,
I’ll still have a keepsake of
just how warm you could be,
of how I’m almost enough.
And just wish it could be sweeter.
And if you still want me,
maybe it’s for the best
to never let me know.