Fingers to pen, ink to page
These are the vital signs,
More than breath and blood,
Handwritten proof of humanity
In a scribbled stage name,
Undulating letters’
Loops and lines
Measure heartbeats
Around the world.
Complicate
The downward glance
Of his stormy eyes,
Suffocate
The surroundings
Until together you sit,
Then incinerate
Every thought
Devoid of his face,
Wait,
Don’t add water,
Just allow the mind to
Condensate
To create your very own
Life-size Insta-Prince.
Like a little drop of blood,
You slide over bare arms,
Leaving the faintest tingly trace.
People let you crawl
All over their walls and skin,
Amused by your sassy polka-dot shell.
You pride yourself in popularity,
Finding amusement in breaking attachments
With the slightest flutter of your wings,
But would you still be so beloved
Without your pretty little name?
Two sweet syllables
You spoke in passing.
Now I cup my hands to my ear
To feel each breath of sound
Brush against it
Like the waves of the ocean
Roaring in seashells.
Say my name again,
I like how it sounds
Passing through your lips.
