The Phoneix

I am sensitive to touch.

If you touch me, 

I will catch on fire.

It will take me some time to cool down. 

Don't touch me.

The Fairy from Rhumestone

I didn't mean for you to come so close.
I warned you from hugging me.
Some of my magic may have seeped in....to....you.
I didn't mean for you to be so drowsy.
I warned you.  You didn't listen to me.
And now we're in a tight spot that we don't want to abandon.
I can be cliggy sometimes.
Over powered by power,
we have no choice but to submit to love's spell. 

Hands

You ask me if you can look at and hold my hands.
But I'm still trying to learn your beat.
And once I start touching, I don't stop.
Who touches and let go?
If you hold my hands, I am also holding you.
If I touch you, I'm submering to a new layer of this excavation.
I'll find artifacts here and there.
And if I am willing, I will take my tools to brush away the surface and get into the layer.
Moving aside earth
to get to the truth.
Moving aside muscle with my hands,
to hear your rhythm inside of you.

I can't excavate if I'm not committed so I'll keep to my hugs for now.
I'm sensitive as it is to my touch,
forget about yours!
What fun is it, to just touch for a moment and then let go?
I rather touch know knowing I can knead my
my fingers between your truth and melt your doubts
as I relearn your name.
Excavations are costly and long term.
Many factors change the time tables.
I rather take the time to explore a territory like hiking with a small backpack rather then retreat before I take one step.

If you hold my hands, I'll be holding yours.
Who you are, I will feel. What you are not I will uncover.
Touching you means getting to know me on a new level.
When I'm interested we will know.
Keep your tools at bay and I will keep mine.
For now, the sun looks radiant behind us.
Let us walk.

Your Eyes

Everytime I see your name
on my notepad,
everytime you walk across the
same tracks in my mind,
all emotions retreat.
Like a train with no brakes.
Mmm, more like a ocean wave with no bottom.

And even though there is one
less passenger on our train, I miss our times.
Sometimes.
Sometimes your embrace.
Sometimes your cologne.
Sometimes your demeanor.

Sometimes we were two lost souls looking at each other's mirror.
One for reassurance. One to see life.
A mirror for two eyes sees the surface.
A mirror for three eyes sees what needs to be healed.

A letter

Even if I have to wait a million years to receive
one letter at a time of your name it would be so worth.
I would be so grateful.
I would feel I am the luckiest person in the world.
As I am one step closer in getting to know who you are.
One step closer in getting to know your essence.
One step closer in being within your love.
I am you. You are me.
One more morsel of you means eternity.
How magnificent is one particle that comes from you.
So sacred.  Invaluable ... to get one letter of your name.