#oartially

[mayying]

Things done and to be done

I’ve lived on building rooftops,

I’ve lived in underground tunnels.

I’ve touched ice colder than dead eyes,

I’ve touched fire fiercer than a lion’s heart.

I’ve sang to open waters choppier than a drum solo,

I’ve sang to flower fields prettier than your first baby girl.

I’ve felt colours rush through my veins like gale force winds in a tundra and I’ve witnessed stars frolic like prima donnas over the canvas of the night sky.

And I’ve felt life pulsing from the quietest desserts like a hand squeezing my heart right from inside my chest.

But of everything I’ve done, I’ve yet to hold someone’s heart in my own.

I’ve yet to melt like sugar cubes into someone’s coffee coloured eyes.

I’ve yet to fall into the canopy of someone’s sheets, on rainy nights and hazy mornings.

I’ve yet to dive into someone’s 2am thoughts to find their own lost city of Atlantis.

I’ve yet to pray to someone’s holy palms like the most passionate devotee.

I’ve yet to jive to the rhythm of someone’s heartbeat and waltz to the rising and falling of their chest.

I’ve yet to kiss like galaxies colliding, splattering stars into empty skies, illuminating the way for lost travellers.

I’ve yet to let my heart spill into someone, trusting that they lay them in the chapel of their own heart.

And of everything I’ve yet to do,

I’ve still yet to sweep out the ashes of last year’s dead flame.