Abstract of the Mind

Could these limbs pleasure you?
The blood doesn't emerge like yours
And the wounds don't heal the same
But still...

Write upon this arm if you must
Carve your intentions.

Could these lips bear a smile?
Even cracked and worn from speech
Crooked from years of lies...
Yet, to elevate that moment of weakness...

Bleed these blistered lips if you choose
Stretch the skin for friendship.

Should these lashes become unhinged?
Exposing salty emotions they hide so well
Somehow unspoken, yet shared...
Does amber say enough when needed?

Drain droplets of pain if you're determined
Eventually the flooding stops over time.

Dare extend this hand to yours?
Fingers have become brittle, weakened...
Learning to trust has taking it's toll
But strength is held in the palms.

Reach for these fingers if you can
One day they will be as strong as you believe.

Abstract of the Mind
October 2007
~Still for the one I may never understand