In My Veins..

Charlie D’Orleans
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read

There is a small strip of infinity that runs between the narrow grey gap where the water didn’t quite meet the sky and i’ve been staring straight in that direction ever since we lay tangled in limbs and in words and in the still silence of our breaths. I swear, I have been breathing in the healthiest air since then. And since then your fingerprints have formed fossils on my skin so that when we are done I won’t forget where we have been. I have never floated so far out to sea and i’ve stopped looking for the shoreline. The tidal wave of your apology for not wanting just the friendship half, but all of me made my throat start swallowing back every excuse I ever gave my heart as to why I could not be happy. But this is not a love poem. This is a poem placing every regret I have ever had into perspective. You have held my flaws like little pools in your palms, you have swam their rivers and you have still carved the word Beautiful so many times in the mud of my mood swings. I want to be a bare blistered bone inside the Buddha. Become a patch on Jesus’ beard. I want to fit the entire universe between my arms. Feel how far infinity can stretch between my fingers while throwing poems against the back doors of waiting rooms. I tell the clocks not to tick so fast while the valleys in my lips over flow with the endless river of your skin, it is enough to keep thirsty insides full. So fuel me with your light. Fill me up with every sacred song we can pluck barefoot from the strings of night. My smile has stored too much silence. But with you, I’m holding back nothing. I am trying to twist myself small enough to fit inside the delicate curl of your lips. To embody the softness you wake beside me with. Your eyes are puffy and red with dreams. You remind me of all the best parts of my childhood. I find myself missing you even in every moment that I spend with you, bestfriend. I hope that we are playing forever. Heal me inside your arms. I want to open up like a sun rise bleeding life back into the still ocean of the night sky. To be a raindrop, collected by the tin tongue of a tin can sitting on your lap. Drink the water till you are full. I will float, belly up through the creeks of your veins, make my way towards the beating song your heart sings and then I will stay there, letting both ears flood with heartbeat. And when you fall into the claws of strange nightmares, I will pull the thorns from your spine. I will be a moth, dancing in the gentle hum of your lamp light praying the morning will never come to melt us back into mist. Your lips are bursting with scriptures I could never read all of and your breath against my back. I swear….it’s the holiest thing.

Charlie D’Orleans

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