She is 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 snow
But she never sees him come and go
She is in love with an invisible man
Whose hands trace melodies of memories on yellowed piano keys
His shoulders carry the metaphors of her sorrow when he looks to the heavens praying for salvation
His teeth bite down on her suffering and leave marks of secrecy between her fingertips
But she will never let him go
She is in love with an invisible man
Whose hands stroke her back with silky spider webs of skin
Every vertebrae is a story of falling down spiral staircases
Her spinal cord is a novel filled with only one letter
His lips kissed the tears from her eyes
While behind his ribcage a frog has taken up residence and is protesting loudly
But he doesn’t speak frog and
He will never go
She is in love with an invisible man
He knows the rules to all the games
All the puzzles he solves
All the poetry he writes
He gives her brain freeze like lime popsicles on summer days
When he’s around the air in the room is just carbon dioxide
But who needs cellular respiration anyway?
She can’t breathe without him
She is in love with an invisible man
His skin refracts light like a blood diamond
His eyes burn dark into the night and throw the shine into the stars
Only to pull them out of the sky because they don't shine bright enough to reflect his soul
He falls through endless clouds like a skydiver without a parachute
Only to land in her ocean and safely swim to shore
She is his lifeboat
She is in love with an invisible man
Whose invisible hands perform symphonies of light on air currents
Whose sharpened fingernails pluck heart strings
Who dances through Saturday mornings after waking up alone
Whose mouth closes around the promise of a sentence too sacred to say
She will hear the words someday
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