Demolition

Let the buildings clatter

beneath fingertips-

I am saying I am builder

and I want to push over 

the walls of your smile.

You tell me affection

is the megaphone of your lips

and you will scream

my name for valleys.

You face is a wrecking ball

for my heart,

because I am one doorway

from leaving, and you

will crumble into dust and rubble

as my demolition crew

walk away.

Each time my fingers

slide between yours,

it is dynamite triggered

and ready to spark,

while I draw you near

to let you down

in the end.

Beneath my fingertips-

let the buildings clatter

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