Does she know I love her?
pain-stricken lover
Every hardened letter
draws us in together.
I crave her beauty
and want her near me
She paints in circles;
I draw her clearly.
Soft passion blooms here,
friendship first it looms here.
Does she know her power?
Like a witch she towers
over me, gently,
She plants a seat right near me.
Lovingly, I
wish to vine my arms around her
Hip bones like the ocean I so desperately need.
Can it be: velveteen connection?
Can it be: that I see her, that she sees me?
Dear one,
how I wanted you
the moment that I saw you,
out there playing footsie with the flowers.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Does she know I love her?
pain-stricken lover
Every hardened letter
draws us in together.
I crave her beauty
and want her near me
She paints in circles;
I draw her clearly.
Soft passion blooms here,
friendship first it looms here.
Does she know her power?
Like a witch she towers
over me, gently,
She plants a seat right near me.
Lovingly, I
wish to vine my arms around her
Hip bones like the ocean I so desperately need.
Can it be: velveteen connection?
Can it be: that I see her, that she sees me?
Dear one,
how I wanted you
the moment that I saw you,
out there playing footsie with the flowers.
