by C. D. Lincoln05 Jun 2014
Sitting, wishing, hoping;
That you were hoping for my wish.
Curled up, lazy, soaking in, all of this.
Sneak into your thoughts;
Eyes closed, listless dreams.
Open them again,
That's when I appear.
From the corner of your eye,
You think you recognize a face.
Subconscious, flurry of emotion;
Tip of your tongue, something that just won't give,
That's where I live.
this shadow cast, left you reeling.
Here me beckon.
Stolen instance, without resistance.
Warmth that spreads.
Behind you missing, lying in your bed.
That's what I am.
Fingers through hair, soft and gentle.
Tingle up your spine,
Body of electric vines.
The empty spot in heart and mind,
The apparition that seems to bind.
That 's who I am.
The smiles, sincere.
The passion endeared.
Heart in throat, so much like choking.
Arms envelope.intense embraces.
Drowning out a thousand faces.
Felt like home.
No place to be, I could not care.
That's why I dare.