Do you see the things I do?
Do you hear the trees sing to you in silence,
The waters around you echo like song?
Does your heart act as bone - breaking upon too heavy an impact?
My fingers crave your flesh, your blood
Not sexually, not sensually (though for you I’d give much too much up)
You see, decisions i’ve made, chances I’ve decided to take
None result in utmost pleasure
Some, alas, reside in pain
Sadly, some have pain as choice
Others, pain becomes pleasure
Yet none I’ve made have yet to persuade my mind as you
Tragic isn’t it? My despair
My desires like a child’s
What I can’t touch, you I can’t have
My needs now dependant on dreams
Is it a fault of mine or mind?
A fault of human nature?
Or rather just when one is touched
By someone like no other?
I have no peace in resolve
I have no peace in ends
Do I dare to stop you here
With no false sense of closure?
So line by line, and by each letter
Do you become confused
Or do you now understand
Better than I do?
Can you explain my split brain?
Can you explain the tides?
The waves which crash over
These convoluted lines
The ocean breathes, the trees they sing
I pray you’ve seen it too
Yet pray to whom? I’ve no idea
I’d rather prey to you.