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Martin Rombach Oct 2017
Let's take a few days I said
Day one those eyes still impose in memory
But space is good to know what's what
Gives me a chance to write how I feel

There's a mess of feelings around you
As you clatter my routine out of shape
Change the flavour of the tea in my cup
And insist on a stretch of the legs
You know I want too

This relationship is a fresh scent in the air, true
A tangling of warm fun and playfulness
Along with deeper dissection as we pick apart our pasts
But there's something I wonder about sometimes
Something that worries me

I've kept the house of cards growing through paper triangles
Wondering whether it would ever bubble into gold
When you wander in the way of everything
I'm ready to drop it all for lightest brush of skin
Yet the house should grow for you

You seem to guide my ambition
There was a desire before, a boom and bust emotion
But you lull it into consistency, emphasise it's value
Something that becomes all the more daunting
If it's something I fail

As I try to temper the teenager who wants to touch you
With the steadfast soldier, whose desire it is to build our castle
I start to see the balance, a tranquility to my mirror image
One that you've sent exciting and scary ripples through

Such change you've made, and we've only just started
Where have you been?

— The End —