Seems to be a poetry-ish week, so here’s an old one.
If you only knew.
The way that your eyes feel
reaching for my face.
The way they brush my skin.
You turn, and you walk
You’ve reached inside of me.
my quivering heart
lla fo tsom eht em
know my name? wish you didn’t?
hope to see me? pray you won’t?
wince at my laughter? stifle a smile?
try to understand? wince and frown?
do you wish you’d said
know your name. wish you didn’t know mine.
hope to see you. pray you won’t see me.
wince at my laughter. stifle a smile.
try to understand. your winces and frowns.
I wish you’d say.
*’kay, keep in mind this is an oldie. Not to be interpreted by this semester or anything. Just don’t analyze, chicitas.