Torn

Itchy fingers that
Need to do, to finish
What I didn’t start
We won’t be sill, atleast not deep inside
Until you are
 
My dear, I cannot fix this
thing which you have done
While in my world it’s nothing
In your world, right now, it’s all
 
This fine line I walk
between helping
and getting in your way
 
Sometimes wanting nothing more that to be finished -
A long walk away that would never end -
And holding on fover, knowing
that forever is a story just for me.

L. K. Tamaya

In My Skin

you’re in my skin like sunshine in leaves
And our touch is touching self
more clearly than a thought or word
as it tries to match
the inevitable loss of knowing
And time is meaningless as my lips brush your cheek because
the moment of touching is more real
than I am by myself
And wonder beads like dew at dawn
in the light of your sleeping
As I am tumbled smooth in the crashing wake
of being a part of you

L. K. Tamaya