Unfinished Thought

You find your way under my skin when I don’t want to let you in

And you read my thoughts aloud to me like poetry

I told you nothing

And yet you know it all as if you’ve seen it in a crystal ball

You watch me rise and fall like ebbing tides

You see the faltering steps in my stride

Every time I stutter lights the mischief in your eyes

And yet I’m left wondering blind in your mysterious world

Your hand to hold

Is like a sword on its own, but with no hilt to the blade

It keeps me safe, but also afraid of the imminent wounds

On simple flesh that can renew, I know

But the gaping hole in my spirit is not as easy to restore

As the underside of my skin becomes a bore

And you yearn for something else to explore