I'd love your hands.
Your long arms, and heartbeat;
The silent pumping, and your blood streaming.
I'd love those fine lines on your white palms;
Those weird flashes in the corners
of your black, black eyes.
Worship...
I would worship the seconds
when you'd gaze slowly in the person I call 'me'.
I'd think how lucky she is.
Damn, that girl's lucky!
I'd repeat in my mind
Those scenes-- over and over...
and over again:
When you touched the flesh on my face;
Actually touched it.
I would relive every single sensation,
every thought-- every silent screem and laugh in my mind.
I would laugh all over again.
I'd cry hearing your sighs.
I would, I swear! Cry hard--
And try my hardest to fix you up.
I'd fix my hands on both of your cheeks,
Lay my gaze on your tired eyes,
Turn my head slightly, only slightly to the right--
Try to reach for your lips...
Just to ease your pain
And rise my thrills all the way up to God's doorstep.
I would hold you;
We would walk
Slowly, with the stars above and clouds below.
And all fears and regrets far, far behind.
You'd be happy-- the happiest, I think--
You'd love my sweet smiles.
(You would provoke them)
You'd love the scarlet shades on my face,
because you'd cause them!
And the sound of my voice
As I'd love the sounds in your head
And noise in your soul.