"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something."
- Plato




Thursday, August 16, 2007

Sometimes I wonder if you smile just as I
when you think of that one time
that I tried to ignore the fact my knees were
collapsing, and I was feeling weak
wanting so bad for you to just kiss me on
the cheek.

(One excuse to break a heart,
one idea for this to start.)

And I wonder if you get angry
when you haven't had that feeling
in quite some time...
and that anger only comes
because you want to be near me.

(One more time around,
one more time with this.)

This is me going on for days.
and I just want a bit of that
pingpingpingspring
that feels like laughter
laughinggainingspeed.

A tickle ticking and
a pulsing pending
and then sometimes
it's gone.

And then there's never
any question of
it worth it all.

I'm coming on to you
and I think you know the
feeling too.
It starts exactly
as it sounds...
You feel it in your toes
and it shoots back up into
your center
it dives down somewhere
just above your knees
and you feel almost weak
maybe powerless is a better
way to describe that feeling
deep inside.
You shudder.
Grasp tighter.
Want more.

So down, down you go.
Down into this spell.
Twisting slightly.
The Potion brewing;

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