It feels like it’s ending
Counting petals
My pillars are crumbling
Point blank
I can sense the
Softness of your skin
Between your fingers
Are you hiding
Underneath the bed
Another forest somewhere
I’ve yet to tread
What will it take
To find you
Rebel to myself
Sweating profusely
Not from panic
Drenched only in my
Thoughts of you hard knocks
Maybe I’m enjoying it
A little too much
Though I’d prefer
More than a cool breeze
To take me to my knees
More like your heartbeat
Knocking at my door
Any clue what time
You’ll get here?
© GÄ
Poétique 