Caress

care to caress a dimly lit face at the fall of the night,

i’m afraid, it’s the glazing freckles; will they come to bite?

bet the places on the map cracked you a deal real good,

do some unfamiliar nexts,

resign from ancient old ties— you thought you really could?

look me in the eye and I can find you a lost you, and tell what’s more to come,

an elaborate plan scribbled on your hand,

what’s in control is near to none.

write a handful of words or stack plenty on a shelf, graces continue to remain in wonder, 

you cannot not lose sense of objective reality, when a lightning wins the thunder.

a soul dies, a tear rolls, a head spins with every letter,

a delinquent downpour washed the smell of the caress, you don’t realise— for better.


~a.