My eyes are blood shot and it
is 2:30 in the morning.
But here my mind wanders at the thought
of you (again)
and all our interesting
conversations; Our winded talks on
travel and architecture,
politics and adventure;
I can't help it.
I've never felt so hungry for more
knowledge and with you
it sweeps me away, all that you know, all that you do.
I don't know what this is but, no matter
Your eyes are so lovely and your turtle neck
is ****
You see it doesn't matter that you are
who you are
My heart is blind and it swoons for you
anyway.