Hide and Seek

Sometimes all I want to do is hide, because then it can't find me. Sometimes all I want to do is seek and find that there is more.

I want to paint you over

To blend the creases of your lips into the subtle planes of content

Soften the texture of your calloused hands

I want to fill in the colours

The ones you never let me see,

To let them dance for you in the shades of your summer dress

I want to find names

Carved in a tree

Scenes of your first tryst with love

Long braids and ironed skirts

Ruffled by scarlet cheeks

And weighted silence

I want to take away the noise

Smash all the bottles

Until there is nothing left to fall

And let you sing

The way I imagine you would

If you knew the words

I want to find a hole in your mosaic of skipping stones

To break you apart

With numbing clarity

And put you back together

Piece by piece

With all my words

-Yasietha