it's been
t...h...i...s
long
and i can't (don't want to) remember
if you are coming back
or not
because somewhere along the way
my heart and my head
mixed each other up
again.
(even though i swore i would be careful)
right now i know this:
when i see your face
my heart still leaps
(even though you told me to be careful)
and when i dream
i see your feet
(seriously?)
but not just
see...
feel
and not just
feel...
know
know
like they are my feet
and how could they not be here?
a part of (parting) my legs
when i wake,
everything's together
despite distance
because
somewhere along the way
when our hearts
mixed each other up,
so did
your feet and mine
and your smile and mine
and your laugh and mine
and your wine and mine
and your hands and mine
and your back and mine
and your touch and mine
and your taste and mine
and your song and mine
then your past and mine
(even though we tried to be careful)
so
t...h...i...s
is
what it is.
all of yours there
all of mine here
i am left writing out words
you are left ironing out wrinkles
you are left ironing out wrinkles
and in good hope,
for us,
for us,
a mending.
of all of yours and all of mine
because
each kiss left undone
is still trying to complete itself
because
without a mend
the hole frays
(be careful)
sew in heart tender gestures
toward this mend
yours or mine,
both of ours
because
somewhere along the way
our hearts and our heads
mixed each other up
(we were care-full)
.
.
.
.
(to hell with being careful)
it's clear now
to my head,
only a heart
that knows it's love
would dream of feet
