The Sky Fits Softly in My Hands

words cutting deeper than a blue horizon malady          

rip off the band aid of love, eleven dollars spent on cigarettes                                

when I was just a boy I seen the world disappear                                                            

through love and romance and dreams and death                                                                          

I've sacrificed myself too many times                                                                      

fucked up love too many times, but I see you in me                                              

loving you, loving me, I see you in me, endlessly falling                                                                                          

falling through clouds, through rose water, I spill                                                            

onto sheets of green leaves, will never appease these hills                                                    

of foreboding buildings, so tight they bruise, so tight I can't breathe                                    

spent aeons trying to love you, I fall through answers                                                    

puddles of rose water and bones trying to sew the papers together                                    

hold on to me and let's spin through the truth, months of                                                                

wondering whether our souls will be enough for these poems                                        

as we wash away sunlight flickers through our hands                                                  

open to rain storms and breathless nights, we dance in candle light                                                                            

in movie screens, in violet daydreams, the smell of you leaves me like a ghost                          

in trenches, in a garden of thorns, pulled from both ends                                                        

I've never met a man so shy and benign with so many secrets                                        

setting fire to water, a dilapidated empire                                                                                  

I think of you and smile, and I think love is an island in me                                     

love is a blue sky maze in me, stoic on the beaten path                                                            

thank you, for all the selfless things you do                                                                            

vines growing through me, fingers running through                                                            

words cutting deeper than a blue horizon malady.