behind the scenes

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like. To be you, for a day. Or two. Hold your pulse in my palms. Whispering psalms. Heart beat in my lips. Veins in your wrists.

See through your eyes. Structured demise of life. A world with no lies. Your mind on the blind side.  I see you see me.

Lowering gaze, losing control. I light the wick, melting crayons in the sand. Castles made to sink into land. Fly with me. Is all I ask. Let me draw you a picture as I lift my mask, this is me, take me or leave me.

Weave me a greet.