I hide my love in the places you could find it
So stop shielding your eyes and counting, and venture out
Leave no stone unturned, for love is a tricky thing – which
When undiscovered, breeds envy, contempt, doubt, and hope.
My body is your map:
Excavate the goodbyes that fall from my lips
which should’ve been said with arms and fingers,
Afraid to let go.
Scrutinize the linger of my eyes on yours.
If I break away first with shadows in my smile,
Ransack the fissures in the carapace over my chest
Trace them, know them,
The bone might spell out your name in cracks.
Delve into my most cryptic dreams
And see if the faceless figures carry the hints
Of your countenance.
I will leave clues until I run out of pieces to hide,
My body filled with inextricable ore.
Though the luster of this love may fade
And each artifact grow faint and old,
They will forever linger in their sepulchral spots.
The first pieces of love that you hide can never be replaced,
And are truly never forgotten.