I don’t know what it is
Why can I not stop thinking
Why do words written or spoken make me want to press the sound to my mouth. To taste them like gourmet chocolate.
don’t even need to hear
just want to be near
warmth sits next to me
enticing.
want to hold
shivers
wish I had a coat to offer.
don’t know what this is
don’t know
confusion
don’t want to scare
don’t want to press
should but I don’t want to hold back
if the moment arrives.
don’t want to dissapoint
one sided?
screwed up before
second chance
weathered storms before but almost destroyed me.
cannot keep myself from walking along the ledge.
know the rocks are jagged
much more likely to crash down on them than fly
poem
Poem
Come, all broke and twisted
A vine too sour for wine
Timing missed and misted
A clock that knows no time
A lock not made for turning
A key left to rust
A door bereft and yearning
But still no shape of us
What wonders fade ‘er speaking
What joys to be shared
But all that’s love is tangled
Cut through and jump
Pelgris 