(no subject)
If I were to steal through these passages
palms of my hands against these walls
blindly
and find you on the other side
then perhaps this journey might not have been in vain.
The air stale to the point of stillness
I hold my breath in stifled sympathy
in time to the thudding of your heart
as pounding blows of blood
ravage my veins
If I were to crawl through these darknesses
and find you
on the other side
- half-whole, blind, as I -
I could be your scaffold and you could be mine
that I might lift you and keep your pieces unbroken
holding you up from the outside
that if you should collapse from within
you would not all fall
like feather rain
that we could remain
together-alive.
palms of my hands against these walls
blindly
and find you on the other side
then perhaps this journey might not have been in vain.
The air stale to the point of stillness
I hold my breath in stifled sympathy
in time to the thudding of your heart
as pounding blows of blood
ravage my veins
If I were to crawl through these darknesses
and find you
on the other side
- half-whole, blind, as I -
I could be your scaffold and you could be mine
that I might lift you and keep your pieces unbroken
holding you up from the outside
that if you should collapse from within
you would not all fall
like feather rain
that we could remain
together-alive.