elements

There's a sadness that deeply desires, 

to leak from my fingertips.

Why are my eyes such a sponge for my heart?

Effecting everything,

but my fingertips.

An intangible made tangible,

and a tangible made to none;

aching muscles, weary eyes, and

dry 

fingertips.

Keep the water from my mouth,

but please dont dry my fingertips.