March 5th, 2009. 5:25pm, My Cave.

I picture you as a lavender smoke against my apple skin
tracing hints between my fingertips in wisps
i begin
to think of what id be like if i was blind
would i keep my lids closed or would i keep them wide
held a stare at the lack of light
eyes open till my pupils are dry
bleaching the details from my iris white

i picture you as a bright red balloon
with your string tied around my wrist
is this
my chance to take you where ever i want to go
or will the wind catch you in it's pull
dragging my bones like child's doll
up and down in a breezy lull
snip the string to an endless fall

i picture you as a rusty copper locket
with a smooth silver chain and clasp
in my pocket
do you contain the pictures of my lost love
or are you an empty shell your panels yet to be filled
holding only the sweet smell of
morning sunlight on my window sill
of yellow light that wakes me up