Shh.
Let me place my fingers over your eyelids so that you can see
The world in its rightful hues of red and silver:
Let me be the one to show you that the caverns of your mind
Are far more open than those you find in winter,
To lift you above the pedestal and thrown you on the floor,
Knowing that you’re better off shattered,
And please be the one to hold my breath in your palm,
To take my tears in your arms and lift me up,
When I am at the bottom of the hill, to take me
To take you to the place we all desire, to own your smile
I would pay more than free and less than infinity.
We are infinite like radio and i. We make the heavens fall.
Let me brush your hands with sympathy, to look into you
To see that I am just a monopoly on your heart and
That I do not deserve any better than the back chamber.
Let me hold you in my eyes and drink your laugh,
Let me have at least this to own. Let me be your quiet.
Let us be the quiet,
Let us be the silent
Let us be.
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This was one in a series of poems a lot like this, not written to any person in particular, just a general message/explanation/stream of thought.
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