Date: 11/16/2017, Categories: Love Poems, Author: elliotlacey31, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories
I can fill almost every hollow upon and inside you, it's what I can't touch that will stay with me the most. Like a lover's spark nestling within to never leave the place you built. The sound can become a bullet and blade perfectly edged with the velocity to separate skin, to split petals, to clutch a novena while another name is placed over me. You taught me everything I need to know about how to draw blood from a stone. Each spilling droplet containing stills, the touch cooling my fevered cheek before you go to the enigmatic fog I cannot be a part of, phantoms nestled in the fragile planes we must move through alone. The cold winds ravaging there, snapping the wires that hold me safe, it's what I can't keep that will haunt me the most. Like extinguishing candles and lamps from glowing amber to the dark stones I'm left alone to crush. The separate skin whispering you'll be something else to another, a curiosity to reach for and remake, a number engraved in a novena placed over me. I've wanted to fill every hollow in you, the nameless planes with alien languages I'm not made to be a part of, I still want you for exactly who you are. Even when you've gone to who remains nestled within you. Where you taught me everything I need to know about how to draw blood from a stone.