Nervousness produces quicksand in my mind
What right do I possess to inquire of you?
I fight to relinquish this tensions grip
How mysterious and complex is the entangled mind...
I feel alive, yet comatose at the thought of you,
Your draw on me is like the weight of gravity
My thoughts get saturated with exquisite dreams of hope
I chase after, to try and decipher the cascade of possibilities
I long for the seemingly eternal conversations
A melding of minds, like the most elegant of dances
So complementary, its form would be without shadow.
How is it that I hunger for you so quickly?
What about you excavates my dormant thoughts and hidden boundaries
Afraid, knowing that knowledge of you would keep me a student
And yet, I approach... with nothing more than a smile to go on.
jdimsdle (7-23-09)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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