I breathe you up and in me...
I take your hands
And graze your finger length to their nails,
And feel the softness of it all,
Like electricity.
I let the storm clouds contain you,
And try not...
Dare not...
Myself...
To contain you...
Yet...
Somewhere underneathe, as I, your are a pixie in my palm...
Ever with me, tinkering...
Laughing...
And that's all it is.
(Well not all)...
And it's okay...
I say...
As my heart breaks,
And I wonder what it is that bites me to notice.
I wonder...indeed little Tink..
What I might be missing.
Their words stir, in whispers about...
And I am remembered how...
Oh, you can never stop mouth from its flame....
So,
I won't try.
Neither
Will I...
Raust myself about, whether or not to do what comes so naturally.
I try building fence...you come around, and I put it down
I try building sense...
You come around, and make it loud...
And secumb, in me, my "sixth" sense.
"Charmed, mi lady...charmed".
I put it down...
Pick the tools back up...
See your walk and forget...
What I was talking about...
Charmed, til tools are shed...
And the fence, remains,
In scattered 2x4's and irrelevant plans.
The site's been abandoned.
And I wonder...
Where have they gone...?
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