Invisible Man

I am in love with an invisible man
With rough hands shaped by years of stress and pain, but he loves them
His body is always warm but his mind is always cold because he thinks with his heart
His invisible feet tread lines in the carpet
And leave ridges in sand
Footprints in show
But I never see him come and go

I am in love with an invisible man
Whose hands trace melodies of memories on yellowed piano keys
His shoulders carry the boulders of my sorrow when he looks to he heavens praying for salvation
His teeth bite down on flesh and leave marks of secrecy between my fingertips
But I will never let him go

I am in love with an invisible man
Whose hands stroke my spine with silky spiderwebs of skin
His lips kissed the tears from my eyes
While behind his ribcage a frog has taken up residence and is protesting
His eyes are the color of burning copper

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