I keep writing
I’m still beating
Fluently flowing
Holding out
Holding on
Crevices and curbs
I could be
Sneaking into or
Waiting on
How many corners
How many eyes
How many smiles
Until I find
Yours
Used to have wishes
Stars to make love under
Wanted to travel
Get closer to you
How many more times
How much less sand
Dripping through
My hands
Your waist
My arms
One chase
Mauve maybes
Tomorrow glances back
Over your shoulder
I can feel you
Without touching
Sensory overload
Endless chalice
Simple thirst for
Eternity
Wet
© GÄ
Poétique 