I've been thinking of you, · soft silhouettes salute the silence we stifled · with heavy breathing, with thoughts of being, with lips touching and chests heaving. · without words we climbed up and broke barriers down. · we found a rhythm and we carried it out, but... · I fell. · I fall short. · I've heard your heart's been broken, shattered a million times over, · grown and blossomed into a four leaf clover then- pulled apart with eager fingers · as the voices in the air linger "he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, I love him not" · but I know the feelings those emotions the way it feels when the choices you have are those that cant be chosen. · I cant believe I'm saying this, I cant believe I’m feeling this, I cant believe I can still taste you on my lips, I cant believe I haven’t compared the way you kiss. · I've been thinking of you, like reading the ridges of every one of your ribs with my lips, · like feeling the favor of your fingers as they find my tits, · like how I admire you, and how even in silence I’ve seen the inspired you, · and even though you exhaust me... I could never be tired of you.· I’ve been thinking of you, like how I wanna rewrite every rhyme ever written- with connections to our situation · Like how I want praise to become my eyes, so as you swallow the things I say, I can see all the colors of your insides · Like how I wish my finger tips were the needles in a seismograph & I could read the magnitude of vibration in your heart each time you laugh · I’ve heard you do magnificent things –that instead of being a puppet you ripped off those strings -& though you bled from the wounds where those tethers once bore holes into your soul –you learned to speak out before being tied down took its toll. · I’ve been thinking of you.