I was shaking with such solemnity
When I made this grandeur request
That I’d only want you to fall madly in love with me
A maddening stirring in my loins
A fiery desperation yearned to be shared…
With you
I fought with myself more than I should have
And against your possible coming and going, I had to prepare!
But to myself had to give,
But to remember our hands clasped in freezing weather
Or that small kiss under the eye…
It’s what woke me up this morning.
To carve out the time we spent together, I’d successfully do
If it only meant that I could be with you
Panic stricken I grab the sheets to only find grief’s power lazily staring up at me
I’m barred from interpretations
Flattered with silence
Gifted with perplexity
Naming thy name while I touch myself would give little respite
Because your voice I cannot hear
Your hands I cannot feel
The cigarette smoke I cannot smell
I only wish that you didn’t give up so quick
Because now all my precarious faith in those that look like you are lost
