Tingling & loosing my ability to function
Twitching thoughts cut through my memories
I use to admire you from a distance
But now you sit right in front of me, but I wish you wouldn’t speak
The absence of your voice allows me to imagine all the things you’d do to me

The subtle touch of your hand on my thigh…
Makes me nervous and wildly insecure
& Afraid that my imagination is the sole source of your touch
The development of feelings not meant to be unleashed on earth’s domain
Lead me to watch my back as I approach eternity

Running….Running…

Catching up to a spirit that doesn’t want to be found
I lead you to my resting place
Un-breaking all my memories
I sit you down
in the
dark
for
you
to see
all there is
in this kaleidoscope heart

Fragments of desire that wait to intertwine with the gardens of your soul

Running… Running…
into your arms
star dust collides into a poetic awakening