so much that it stirred a blob in my head
for my actions couldn't obey the imagined
"no way out"
my prerequisites has stretched too far
There you were
with a tinge of nervousness
honest as you react
no barrier of shower curtains
your hair - tousled and curly
childlike and organic
if only I could be a tad closer to you
I could recall
white lights with an unpleasant dining set up
your voice, a proposition
I observe
as I absorb
the more I stay awake
the more I seem to fade
I wish I could reach you
hold you dear and
whisper to you, gently
if only you can take them in
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