by ojo20 Nov 2013
You are waiting for me at the just past the bend comma,
Confident in your shape, all pigeon puffed and Beam Me Up Scotty stare,
Daring me to run & jump on air.
Suspended in your moment I am washed by winter's blue.
You go further and invite me under you, to breathe the sea and
Stretch to things I've never known.
But then two bodies break our spell and my pleasantries betray you.
For when I turn back to find our gaze, you're already far on,
Pulled back into your frame, you've changed your shape, upped your game
Restless to find another.