Shapes

Love.

Like thin, bony fingers
clenched around my chest,
like exhaling the
                         very     
                                last
                                      drop     of air.

Like the heat of the sun on my cheek,
bare toes scrunching in the grass...
like the weightlessness of a Saturday.

Like laughter,
tumbling out so carefree,
filling the world with
the songs of my heart
                                  la la la la...

Like the last glance back
at the dullest pair of eyes,
like looking in a mirror
while the reflection
fades away.

Like my head on the curve
of his shoulder,
the familiar arc of a form
I know as well as my own.

Like an abyss of darkness,
hands outstretched before me,
seeking the path already
etched upon my palms.