Macroscopic
This is a strange thing
Like a song heard, lyrics only,
A book read back to front.
I feel I know you inside but not out.
I have seen the cells,
Glimpsed the scars,
The close kept details.
I know each pixel,
And yet the image still eludes me.
If this cloud forms,
This haze coalesces into vapour...
I am breathless and breathing all at once;
Breathless to show you simple things,
Breathing to complete you.
Here is the now where I will stake my life,
My hands not swallowed but placed,
My fingers no longer filled by empty space,
My mouth accustomed to your taste.
If this microscopic look is just a trace
Of all that I imagined and erased,
Then let this be the start of something.
Give me strength
To paint this hope in kisses on your face.
Give me strength
To be the beat of solace
That lets you fall apart in my embrace.
