Could I say the reasons I want you
are anything but selfish.
The end goal. The outcome.
Must be some sort of self gratification.
Else - why?
Why would I..
Why would you let me..
By design yet finds the time
The silly fantasies recalled to mind..
Or am I blind?
The ways in which our magic works is endless.
The drip in the ocean.
The spark in the volcano.
The breeze in the storm
And the leaf on the tree.
Am I to cower though I know
The power of touch.
Hell, the power of an idea
Can pique all of your senses,
Yet, I\'m here.
Holding onto this idea
all of this makes sense to you,
in this way.
Only I know, it can\'t.
Confusion and fear set in when
I remind you of yourself.
Hiding your eyes - twisting your mouth or in your disguise.
No rules apply.
I\'m waiting for you.
and you know it, don\'t you?
It slows you down even more
To think you\'ve something to live up to.
And that you do, but not for me.
I know you and You know we.
Smog, lace or haze
Kept at bay for days.
Seven by Seven you\'re mine and that\'s how it stays.
Not to possess you you\'re free as a bird.
Hearts get a pardon
Whispering words.
Maybe stop, hear
fear of sounding absurd.
Tell tale or fated
True Love comes in thirds.
~Talitha~