Jay (tankax4)

[triggerhippie96]

You are molten lights
that fuse with snow and steam
the first time I try
to catch flakes in finger's tips
and wonder at life’s magic.

You are red balloons
that I entranced, trace through crowds
and tug mothers’ sleeve
in wanting more than I have
to harness my childlike mind.

You are liquid rings
that escape in dying waves
from the first drops
of my mourning tears of hate
into anger’s shallow well.

You are cotton threads
that rub from winter jammies
and snare in mind’s eye
Til I drag you from my lash
to roll between fingertips.

You are there.
You are wanted.
You are refuge.
You are you...