Eleven

Your fingers touch mine, my sheets melt to leave my body lost.

Your fingers touch mine, bonding over something we forgot.

Your fingers touch mine, discontent from dreaming all in blues.

Your fingers touch mine, and sweet breath echoes in a longing look from you.

Your fingers touch mine, I’m waiting for this bed to spit me out.

Your fingers touch mine, Your eyelashes long outrun my doubt.

I want to feel the bend of your legs.  And see all the uncertainty that begs.Our hands are way too far but oftly close, to want an answer from a ghost.

Your fingers touch mine, you asked of me to give you all

Your fingers touch mine, a split in mind, a schizophrenic call.

Your fingers touch mine, a line in the dust you used to change my mind.

Your fingers touch mine, the difference is a hand behind my lie.

Your fingers touch mine, I nearly killed myself, but darling now I’m fine.

Your fingers touch mine.