fingertips

...
fingertips,
your fingertips...

they have silk skin,
and magical elixir,
trying,
to burst from within...

fingertips,
your fingertips...

get them close to me,
move them slowly,
through the,
furrows on my mind,
caused by infinite tears,
which trickled in,meandered,
and have disappeared,
since the past week...


fingertips,
your fingertips...
move them slowly,
the furrows are not very dry,
sink them in,sink the fingertips!
touch my heart,it's broken,
with glass pieces,many!
mend it now,with no cracks,
that bleed...


fingertips,
your fingertips...
move them slowly,
towards the thorny,
porcupine tree,growing in me...
touch me...as soon as this winter begins,
blossom me now,to a aura sweet,
like the warm, pleasant spring,
that's what i am supposed to be...


fingertips,
your fingertips...
move them slowly,
let a miracle begin...
fingertips,
your fingertips...
darling, move them slowly,
please start with my lips...