To Skate On Sun

HandsOnTheWheel-1
I'm a complex girl
with the simple desire to represent
everything I came here with.
Sun-Jan-2012
10 notes

Questions:

And if he comes with something missing?

 

And if every heart he’s broken becomes a mirror

in a lightless room?

 

And if I still can’t read him?

 

And if he lets his fear do all the moving?

 

And if the bridge of my cheek fits the

scope of his open hand?

 

And if I fall into that?

 

The doubt whisks all of the grand warnings

grandmother left for me,

 

“If he isn’t the window that pulls

you through, then what for?”

 

Then what for?

 

But he makes me quiet;

like all the loud in me settles to 

listen for his reverence. 

 

I want to say:

you are the quake my

body has been casting for, 

you loosen all of my restrictions,

challenge my need to understand.

 

You are opaque 

but I am coming to prefer

the groove of questions -

never have I been given the 

full choice to distrust someone

 

the liberty to say

“you are dangerous for me”

 

and the kiss that proves me wrong.

  1. meganfalley said: well. done.
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