DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pleasant to dream of old friends---like nothing happened:>
drove the beetle blue no driver's license just liked the view send my apologies to the streets of mysteries or was it misery in disguise upon the old she cries like the hidden furniture spoke in signs memories and secrets called mine tiger rug in luxury shop familiar gazes made feet stop never true when doors are slammed antiques in a swift can slip the hand a heart of glass of a weighed mass maybe not the dream but the morning stance reminds hints of a glance her empty seat in a wallet buries pictures in the back of the pocket and I ask and count wall blocks and thoughts glue does she think of me like I do too?
Your voices are all mingling into one Past and present The pain in my chest and The muscles around my eyes I cannot... I cannot bear to be there again The laughter The gazes The support And the betrayal... So close to your warmth And yet Never there.
The innate warmth in one's heart Should grow And yet My heart is left with a fading imprint and No image and No call Beckons my heart. My heart and mind's roles Reverse
Fluctuating
Please
My whole life... Please. I want to leave I want to be there. So come take me Because I can't seem to find my way.
Bonjour whispered out of my verses as we pondered on the smiles eclipsing our eyes. We bathed in the pools of each others carefree waves splashing upon the others guise.
She spelt out her intentions with soft palms so gentle on my face, its like she was taking my breath from within me, and I adored slow reflections of our au revoir gazes which were breath-taking.
Taken aback by his sudden gazes, his blushing cheeks, his glowing eyes, his shivering body, forcing me to hesitate with joy, aghast; albeit it was the paradox of my own desires!
