Never
Waste a word
But, O,
How they flow
Your streams
Of thought
I bought
Every glass
You sold to me
And drank
To the want
Of your arms
Washing over me
You see
We speak
Of the same
Simple dreams-
Mine without
The Schemes-
But how you
Fascinate
How you
Captivate
How you lock
Words in
With your eyes
On me
Can I blame
The current
That cast me here
Clearly
Too late
To swim
In your sea?
O, wash ashore
Again
I cannot
Be a friend
To a man
I desire
Devouring me
Empowering me
Filling me
With passion
And knowledge
I never planned
To understand
Yet now
I have to know
The taste
Will always
Be with me
And the thirst
For those moments
That were In-between
Schemes.
love the new look of the site, by the way!
business:
–> falling apart @ “how you lock words in with your eyes”
–> and the helplessness in “Devouring me/ Empowering me/ … I HAVE to know”
eye love the way it reads. conflicted and resolved? is that possible?
either way, love it!