A PROFUSION OF PARADOXES

I pace around hungry, looking for a sleek smile

silently starving and craving

for the brush of your finger against my flesh,

and my lungs breathe rapidly

in hopes of inhaling your scent

that made every fragments in me trembles

as there is a perfection in something

that can't be owned;

in someone that I cannot have.

But you see how I fail to keep my distance

you see how I tried to keep you out,

and fail irrevocably. Instead, as I was

being stripped of what is familiar, 

what is hidden well,

I took a step further, getting pulled in

into the unknown

as if everything that exists, carries me to you.

Though I am bound to scars and wound; like vines 

on melancholy walls, in the lining 

of my skin, there lives a crystal moon

and you'll remember me

in every timeless raindrops you'll see. 

Your caresses enfold me, as you taste like magic. 

Yet despite all that

if you touch me too long, you will make to me 

a long, hard crimson fissure; an irreparable harm.

Because of the brittle sense of my soul's exuberance, 

its constant lament towards that is 

soft and glimmering with silvery tenderness,

I will constantly distrust any promises, soft touches, 

and the implacable sweetness 

of your smile and words;

I'll preserve what is left of my infinitesimal being.

as I believe there are a profusion 

of things that you conceal

so I'll keep you near yet far away 
I'll hold you softly within these words, 

I'll keep you close, but never in.

—C.L.