Saturday | November 17, 2007

here through the speakers and whisers

wanting you so bad, is a problem ive had,
and i know that you need me, but it wont come that easy.

i love me looking at you, you looking at me.
first time in a long time i kept that familiar glance,
sensations in my finger tips affecting patterns in my heart and brain,
almost fluently waving through my soul, just as you do.
catching fire, knowing ive caught fire.
ablazed as some would say.

thorugh the doorway, you looked.
a glance frozen in time.
waving waving.

and swirling were the blues of the vividness in color.
vividness, in everthing.

the things you do to me.