At a Loss for Words

My dear,

I swoon at the sight of those distant eyes.

Treading thought over the oceans of possibility.

Plush lips painted with secrets

Speak to me in Braille so I can feel them.

Threaded fingers, 

Running between heart and hands.

With footsteps, 

We unravel their enigmatic talk.

Blinking in Morse code 

In hopes that we could save ourselves

From the sinking of our woes.

Your words soothe a burning within.

The eye stares caress my ears

If Home was found in each heartstring,

I would pluck its sound from your voice

Making a home inside of you.

For if tomorrow would cease to be..

Then today, I would want all of you.

Oh, Raven-haired beauty

Lying in lavender rows

Rolling in sheets of warmth, laughing

With a smile that I had never known.

Yet for one moment, 

I thought that I could feel you.  

Heart on the block: beating lips, I stop

Maybe just maybe, 

You fell into the right inbox.

Conferring letters, our poetry tethered (is typing. . .)

The ellipses pounding,

Fucking the vowels from your mouth 

Making your consonance constant, now. 

Starting, stopping, typing, pausing.

Now calling...

Breaths stressed, buttons: double-pressed, 

Chest skipping beats. Two seconds rolling: Woah, oh shit, it's green...

"Hey, Baby..."