I like your whispers, though your lips do not so much as part.
They always somehow educe my
Tell me dear, is supposing of your immanence?
There are buds that float on river tops for
Wherein we met, I felt a hand begging I be void of put-ons...inhesion by the standards of anyone in
Everything seems to be referenced to the point of you existing around and within me. I don't need
In my regards I've placed a hope within your ears that should have been choked. Such things, I fear,
Do I frame expectations and wake to touch them as I step out into the world?
Unlikely. I pray for
The discourse leaf twindles and with its face held in its handless grip it falls to be blown in
I've seen her perch on rocks of highly topsided confidence.
The voice I hear careen from her
How timely it is to be breathing with you. I thank you for this pleasant afternoon where we enjoy
I find you cute. Your shadow too.
Mine's asking yours to dance...
Thus solar will, dost wish
Deeply troubling is the preponderance of whether I do, or will ever have the assets for such
There must be a hyacinth in your hair, because of your essence: a flowers beauty. Of how you
Why, though, must you distance yourself? I have always felt paces between, spaces in me, since
Marooned: rendered obsolete in a desolate place...
Swooned: besotted in the image of your
Leave me a song, one with sweet melody,
Adorned in fine clothes atop French jewelry.
Two lights spaced but two inches apart - as my bored body lets go of itself to find fear in a
Upon ecstatic recognition, beyond the grace of the willing ponderer, and among the west like