Thoughts brimming the conscience of a childishly hopeless Romantic

The breathlessness in your expression

Your fingertips threading, by delicate inches,

Silent tremors just treading the surface of my skin

To render a heartbeat hardly held for naught but those stitches

You've meshed with the freshly-gashed gaping mess I'd been

Preceding this minute

Where evidence grows malignantly obvious in owning that I might just have met

A window intangible along walls of a night I'd so long been

Falling (ungracefully) apart in pursuit of, on cue of gutted months

Drawing toward darkness, the perused (cancerous) love—

Which saw me this assumed-far-gone wreck

I'd yet to imagine any else could quite contest—

But here I sit, honest and infinite

Against the staple-gunned immobile irises

I'd, as of late, found all the more embers and pigments—

Just arbitrary figments on fragments of 'til-this-moment madness—in 

By the earnest of a season that had long-forgotten our names 

And furthest-from-reason logic which was short lived (so we claimed)

You caught me—haloed by red lights in the held breath of an intersection—

Where gravely noting the dead-end signs along the one-way you'd once taken 

Beneath something resembling discretion of the slumber of a silence, 

As thunder begs such quiet following stark spills of brightness,

To unfold for hearts the chills most forget 

Captive to contrasted Dark, or under masquerade of Fluorescence

It commands a waking violence

That may very well blind us—

Or would, had the sun not already fallen behind us

And were your eyes not steadily swollen with the finest

Photographs never fixed;

Lips forming exchanges 

Which didn't make sense to be sincere yet—

By the daylight hours bleeding through

Fractions of your half-way open shutters

Crafting patterns, deeming you, and all of this, of unforeseen significance 

Emulated across the canvas of your grandest, vulnerably sweet reaction 

To my starts and smirks and shudders, for which I fault you full merit

While here I lay, so foolishly ensnared in all the Joie de Vivre and Carpe Diem

You harness within hem of the fortress behind those irises I'm so defenseless against