I Have a Story

Let me tell you,
I know that I
don’t know you,
but I have a story
I long to tell

about your lips,
sumac red,
your eyes unsure,
speaking tales
of someone
trying to escape
his greatness,
along with all his pain.

It is burrowed deep
under layers laced
with your varied words,
coated in crystal,
trimmed enough
but not cut clean.

I have a story.