Walls

Streetlights.

Your skin is deep,
Dark and soft.
Your eyes opening
Just for me.
Your lips are -
You are, electric.

Arms; strong. Smooth. 
Sculpted. Mine. 
I’m
Sliding my hands
on top of your hands
that sit under my ribs
fixing us together.
You graze over bone
Like young lovers who plaster over cracked ceilings. 
Who slide notes under locked doors;
Who trace grooves in brick walls. 

And you’re breaking mine down. 

Old moss and stale cement crumble around me
Lost mines rediscovered
Fractions of light pierce darkened places
And forgotten precious stones glimmer back into waking pupils. 
I can sense a rapture
A bursting forth of light
A spewing out of stagnant, beautiful pieces. Timeless jewels
That I will weave into bonds to place on your same hand.

I’ve struck gold with you.
As you stand there
You can’t see that you’ve flipped me
Heads and tails spinning
Like a coin on the edge of a counter
Seconds, maybe a minute
Away from falling
In love with you.