scratching at the pictures behind your eyelids i rest peacefully on your cheek
dedicated to reading the lines on your mouth
interesting stories spoken recklessly, licked off the tongue, and thrown at the world
and i wonder if our stories intertwined would they have anything interesting to say

would you want to read my lips?

looking deeper into the question that ignites my heart and burns my chest to a crust
i over analyze “simple”

i break it apart till all that was salvageable 
were why’s and how’s

and I at the other end

“we both know what it is”

to glimpse your dreams with open eyes 
i hope to answer my own questions

breathing through cold palms fingertips at ends with the corners of my face
im tracing the lines on my lips thinking that the braille exists here
that maybe my story is incomplete

and here i am trying to resolve an ending with you.
 
deeply..passionately

yet no closer am i to answering my questions

harder more forthcoming is my persistence

yet the answer is found in my search

maybe

there is no end.

at least not to this chapter.

not to our chapter.