Oh Peter Pan…
Originally posted on burning oceans:
Our fingertips carelessly knitted
to the fermented bone-rifts, bone-strings
of my shy, shy hands to yours –
to the harmonica of your words
strung within whispers, saying,
“I wanted our hands intertwined, like this.”
You tugged the heartstrings of my own,
little world to yours.
Just like that.
You set off fountain oceans into
enkindled adventures against
strong currents, and downpour of
dumb, dumb dreams
we chase off.
And so we chase those teeny-tattered smiles
burying within the middle-mist joy,
terra cotta tiles
of post-afternoons.
You tugged, and
tagged me along to somewhere,
somewhere I might not know.
But this might be the way
to the tunnel and high-waters
where the skies are infinite.
Infinite in my own, little
naive tea-time party.
And if I was chasing for something,
for something nothing
that I do not know,
lead me still.
Lead me still, and hold me close
to you, Peter…
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