Hi all! I don't think I've ever been more relieved to see a Friday. Seriously, I'm SO EXHAUSTED - I had a really big Chinese test today that I've been spending the last couple of days studying for, so hopefully that went okay! I think I'm probably going to be stuck in my room studying all weekend, though, which is kind of a bummer - like I mentioned, all of next week is exams (and it turns out that it's actually the full five days after all, not just three days). :/ But then: fall break! Freedom! Unlimited writing time! (So basically, what I'm trying to say is I'm putting life on hold until then. ;))
This week's Friday Poetry, entitled The Cartographer, was inspired by a friend of mine who shared with me this beautiful song that he wrote. I've been playing it on repeat for the past week and wrote this yesterday, along with a couple of other ones that are a bit more personal (but also inspired by the same song). This one is completely fictional, and it's something I don't really write about often, so I would love to hear your thoughts and interpretations! (My friend didn't want me to post the song on here, but I'm working on it - I'll let you guys know if I succeed in wearing him down. ;))
Have a lovely weekend, everyone! xx
you touch me as if I am a masterpiece: worshipful, like there are secrets hidden beneath my skin and you have all the time in the world to tease them out of my tangled veins. I have never been one to lie to myself, but there is a wonder in your eyes that I am not quite sure how to fathom. you spread your hands across my body like you are crafting a beginning or an ending. maybe both.
but there are hurricanes swirling in my bones, mountains raising on my skin. I have been burned so many times before, forest fires raging across my topography. you seem oblivious to the hitches in my breath as you run your fingers across the valleys of ghosts long since vanished. your hands are on my ribcage, words unspoken, waiting for my quiet breaths to reveal answers to questions I didn’t know you were asking.
I have never been one to lie to myself, but oh so suddenly I want to open my ribcage and let you into this dark dark cavity where no one else has ventured. perhaps there is a space for you there, reverent in ways that should be reserved for moonless nights and flashes of angel wing. perhaps we could stay like this, with you mapping out the scarred landscape of my body. touching me like my shattered pieces hold beauty. listening to my shivering heartbeat.
in this moment I am tethered to the earth by the sound of your silent wonder and the shape of the impossibility that forms it.