I Like This Chain I Wear
The very tips of fingers- soft, pulsing
The very edge of words- too afraid to say
You are a dream produced by a fevered mind
I am your woman; your angel in hidden skin
You are the contract that somewhere I must have signed
I am the rough cloth that you must spin; the prize that you must win; the water you
immerse yourself in.
And throughout the days and nights of change
You will always remain the same
Without a sound we connect
You will always keep my heart aflame
Without a thought we move to protect.
I like this chain I wear
Heart shaped marks in my flesh
A ring of Sapphire glitters and warms
While I sit in freezing isolation.
Rosy fingerprints claiming each other
We search with fervor- our lives and souls
You are an art of perfection
I hope to be your support and love
You are who I base my affection
I hope to give you all you are devoid of.
I’ll squeeze your hand to tell you I’m here
When the wind begins to chill and bite
And whisper softly in your ear:
It will be alright.
I like this heart I am holding
More precious than air
For it is life itself
And I can never let it go.
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