I wish my hands were those of a piano player, as my fingertips would brush your keys you would hear the melody of me. I wish my tears would dance like the rain, and as I wept you would stroll calmly thru. I wish my eyes would shine like a lightning strike so when I glanced at you, you would know the depth of my truths. I wish my voice was a thunderstorm and when I spoke it crackled through you…
Your gaze stops me in my tracks
That simple smile, that fierce laugh
Are the undertow of what I don’t have.
I ache though all my lanky limbs
Because when your fingers graze
Across my rough skin
It’s all I can do, to not sink within
I close my eyes, but don’t have much to share
As I imagine your perfectly windswept hair
But even when you are not, I feel you there.