@fatimakhan 17 August 2020 more from that month

Delicate Matters

***Like the body of a blue bird,*** ***love is delicate*** ***With every breath,*** ***its anatomy is intricate.*** ***Every word hangs in the treacherous balance*** ***Every gesture is a sip from a glass chalice,*** ***It is all an avalanche in the mountains ready to break*** ***A desperate yearning I could perhaps never slake.*** ***It rests on the pinpoint between pleasure and pain*** ***And all falls upon us to choose where our hearts remain,*** ***In one brief stroke, dreams and palaces may fall,*** ***In one brief stroke, we could have it all.*** ***Do you mind these lines that navigate these trenches?*** ***Do you wish me to fill your map to its edges?*** ***In this bloody war do you find my hands gentle to the touch?*** ***In the storm do you find all that I am...too much?*** ***A journey up to a perilous peak*** ***Unconquered, labels one as weak.*** ***The truest beauty in the wrong hands is easily destroyed*** ***My dearest, let me reach you, and fill your heart's deepest void.***