submitted in writing... (finally)

submitted in writing...
i suppose she's looking for reasons
much like i ask needless questions
but to me
all that is concealed in a statement
is revealed in a glance
or motion of the hand,
perhaps in an exchange of unheard things
why i exude a nervous chuckle
the chuckle kneels to a radiant face
warm soul, perpetual and perrenial boundaries
infinity, almost defined and within reach
as her chest erupts a non-descript series of gentle hums
my eyes acting as hands in the field of anonymous flowers
each of her lashes
slowly, closer
each of her lashes
close enough to taste, now
her lashes
each a petal for plucking
the sun becomes irrelevant
eyes that spill blood but soak warmth
still, questions
and when i do look into her gaze
my skin beckons
wishing to pinpoint any slice to any particular knife
the bleeding continues
nothing so full of life as the red that falls
once blue
she's died before but with blood she will ignite
a birth born from spasms intricately placed
completing something
i love to hug her
and fear that word
and i very much love to kiss
a hummed chuckle can say so much about this
but words can
at times, deconstruct the bliss
i wish to convey a sense with a lense
your eyes, placed rigidly at the scope
to observe curiously the words rounding each bend
eventually crumbling with infinity, closer to the end
may you with some glow poking through the clouds
wishing for you to say
with him, perhaps, i do like going to bed
some things are better left unsaid.