LITERAL
Fragile Things
All too often,
We fall for a shy sideways smile,
Drown in eyes, fathoms deep,
Sink into the parentheses of open arms.
Yet we unfurl each morning
Like delicate flowers;
Our faces turned bravely towards the sun.
We are fragile things
That inhabit the synapses between heartbeats.
We are the gossamer ghosts of memories.
We are the lucent dust of the earth;
The soul of a song, sweet and sonorous.
There is infinity in vulnerability.
Your secrets are the witnesses of silence and sound.
