Hold my heart (while I cry)

Dreams bleed
Like corpses of rainbows
Streaking down contours
Rolling over curves;
The hills and valleys
Of her weathered face.
Time would tell her tale no more
Her pages spread in chaos
Scattered across the floor
 
He felt the most like himself
Dangling below storm clouds
A wink away from heaven
Hanging on with clenched fists
And wispy strands of floating smoke
Like trails of silken thread
(It was the only way
To escape his own head)
 
There was condensation on the window
And condescension stretched between them
They were smaller than each other
To each other
But also underneath
To themselves
As they reached
Toward each other
With empty arms
And swollen eyes
Through the dim winter nights
Wanting to touch each other
Through the distance
Deep within.