and from the 72 I pulled Justice

and kept it under your thumb

your soft warm skin gave you away

justice and love are both blind

and thus when I close my eyes I can see

fear strangling your tarnished lucidity

holding back

in an instant I see the turmoil inside

the hesitancy

and I know that I am the cause

of your chaos

though I am paralyzed I can see you

fighting for me

I offer a hand

but only our fingertips meet

the touch of your skin awakens me

shooting icicles up my arm

I open my eyes and gaze into yours

smile wide across my lips

you think I’m laughing at you

but I am merely admiring you

appreciating the effort

realizing the long path ahead

and the importance of the journey