cruel to whet your time with promises I can't keep
and entertain you with dreams refusing to inhale
wiser to pack away wishes, escape the sting

but that hiss of discontent lingers in quiet rage.

you're the nock on the bow, determining the distance
and the depth
phenomenal thing that you are
I can't wait

oh I can't wait!

I realize slowly
you're shifting the needle in my compass

magnetic moves in cloud
looking clear now, I see the distance

sudden and incomprehensible
as if I've had a hand

my heart clamps in protest
and these feet say otherwise.

They are like smoke in my eyes
or like the wind billowing through clothing on a washing line
your words bring me to any place you want

I ought get tired of it all
of the constant shunning and dreadful holes of silence
drilled in by periodic habit

But what they do to me when I lapse to dreamy
as my eyes at night fall to rest and
only you know.

how charming a taste you leave, my tongue swells
and how magically you wheel me in

I keep you far away yet close
for all the things you'd send, I ignore your nostalgia
I let you overflow till you can no more
and bend my absence over you and
you'll see the world hand me trophies
and through the eyes of great you
you see your dwindling reflection

and like an eagle, I'm ready to clutch
the only prize worth catching

and in the end, it's always you
winter on the heart
rain upon the leaves
you're here
inside

you cannot hear me falling
no-one can, in fact
I’ve learnt how to subdue (ages ago) when the world was still birthing and thinking up its silly existence

Old habit, long practise

saddenly, you caught your glad bliss in neglect
and why are you tiptoeing in your dreams?

(ring, ring) when I call you, you know what it means
that missed call is your signal and you know it's a high again
I want you to do things again with you
I'm a ****** wreck without you near, hotting me with your touch
and me pushing your arms, grinding against your thigh, is all I want

just tell me what you want
you have me where you like
with your prize on its knees, take your fill
I remember how you liked me pressing you (there)
five scrumptious light squeezes
and
(that)