Gravity and Cigarette Burns

Your touch sends me into shudders

There is something in the way that you look at me that reminds of typhoons

Salt water and vinegar course through your veins

Ice under the skin and there is something to be said about Siberian winters that births hardness

But there you stand

Hands to pockets and a juvenile smile

Callow smile and shark eyes

Youth and gladness lost in burn marks

The ice has not taken hold just yet

Give to me of yourself and break apart

I want to give you the planets and their gravity

Let me take you down, follow me down into the dark

I will spread light from my finger tips and cast it into your cold corners

Give me of yourself

And I will give you atoms to use as stepping stones

to your destiny past your

Fear that smells of metal and rust

But in the years to come, when you've wiped it away

And age has ingrained itself on your brow

I will be waiting

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Here is a confession:

I happily stay in a nuclear winter where I can love you from afar

Because when we are close

I die

I can’t find my tongue

When I look at you

Roads and airplanes can’t bring me down

I can feel the ice breaking in these veins

You are my truth