You stir a humble laughter in me
That threatens to be released
A feeling, I’ve repressed
Will consume every inch
Every slender and every curve
I hear a deep ocean
Of sound waves
Coming out of your sweet mouth,
That caught me off guard
I hum a quiet sound
Drunk by your presence,
I find myself avoiding your wise eyes
When you look at me with that easy smile
The Writer as his own Space Station
18 years ago
0 comments:
Post a Comment