Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Untitled poem 2
but when we get warm and close
i feel your touch
just a brush of your shoulders
can be so too much
are you here?
or are you not?
sometimes i feel you are
sometimes it feels odd
and it'll never feel the same
each and every time
will you promise to care if i do?
will you just be mine?
why am i so mad?
it's all in the eye
simple, easy to perceive
but impossible to define