makes me want to scribble notes on my hand
each and every time she looks into my eyes,
i fall
i’ll forget the words i wanted to say
but the slight touch of fate brushed across my face,
will never cease to exist
it stains
she burns both ends of her wicks chasing passions flames late into the night
before the sun rises
and the world has again opened their eyes
but walk blind
walk behind
subtle moments of us in each other pass through the modes of communication
without pretense of their destination
becomes daily fascination
between laughter we share
i taste the many flavors of her earth, her spirit,
without setting foot on her stationary plane
and relish in the sensitive combination of the finest ingredients
makes me greedy hence
the thought of sharing her is unnecessary & unobtainable
the reality of it is she came to me in my dream
so i found her when i decided to wake
