Roped together,
By chance,
By fate?
History, seemingly irrelevant
As we coil around each others thoughts.
Pushing ever closer to touch
To feelings
And unchaste emotion.
A knowing,
As in a mirrored version of oneself,
Familiarity,
And yet all the excitement of this outside chance.
Minutes slip into hours,
Into days.
And yet there is noticeably no recognition of discussion,
Or at least no defining detail.
Where do these moments go,
How do they slide by without consequence?
Are we time blind....
What is it that has us bewitched into stretching the intervals of measurement?
What clock now defines our days?
I wait for your word,
As my lips give over to unsophisticated wonderment
I trip over my expression in your company.
Naive,
As in years before,
All of this unfamiliar to my crushed soul.
Your touch,
So tempting,
Warm
And beguiling.
And yet,
So inaccessible,
For now.
