Eyes and fingers

Sometimes I miss the simplicity of how complicated we were, our language was body language. My arms stretched out with anxious hands, was a: "please hold me, the world is drowning me." your lips on my neck were: "please hide me that the  eyes remind me that I still exist." We were two pieces that had been pushed and found to coexist in the silence of the corners where we spoke with our eyes and fingers.

It's that many times at the hour I miss how it was that I didn't have to think about it. I only felt the redoubling of your veins through my body and I could breathe a little lighter with feeling your heat a blink away. And I know that your fingers that left traces on my clothes found calm in the footsteps that were always like shield and sword to you.

That's why I miss how it was that we were balanced on a knife-cut rope. We were to shared smiles and the joke had never been told. Your shoulders were where my nightmares never reached and my arms were where your tears always died.

We were a balance that was hard to find but easy to break and at the end of the day what I miss is not as simple as your kiss on my cheek and my smile on your hand. But it's as basic as your back on my door and my legs on your land.

 

Ta.