Caress to caress?

Care to caress a dim-lit face before the night turns bright?

I’m afraid of those glazing freckles, will they come to bite?

Trotting from city to city seems like freedom understood,

To resign from ancient ties— could you say you truly would? 

Look me in the eye, and I'll find the version you thought was gone, 

I bet there’s more to come, a whole future still left to build upon.

There's an elaborate plan scribbled on your hand, every line a story undone,

If you’re the captain of your soul, then let the voyage be begun.

But who’ll inspire my poetry then? Would my verses lose all their wonder?

Yet, I have to hold on tight, knowing lightning always beats the thunder.

As a tear rolls down my face, and my head spins with every letter, 

A delinquent downpour awaits to wash away your soft caress, 

But maybe, just maybe, this time the storm will leave me better!


~a.