Distant Song

The one thing
Seems always searching
Sparkle of hope in your eyes
All built up in excitement
Perfect fingers
Perfect toes
Gorgeous eyes
Gorgeous nose

My fingers burn to stroke
My lips missing every detail
Of your secret
My palm can feel the breath
In your stomach
Little hairs echo hello
On my skin
And leave an imprint long
And stretching
Lost in waiting
For everything wanted

On the bus
Pretending to focus
Your canvas at the edge of my mouth
Our eyelashes combing one another
All the trees around us are melting

It’s just like I pictured
And nothing is framed
As I thought it would be

I will wait
For fate to reveal itself
To conjure up the muscle
Behind what is patient for me
Tolerant for us

When can I touch you
I’ve been tempted so long
When does the labyrinth
Open doors distant song

© GÄ