Lights are off Candles lit My new favorite song Is playing On the couch My head in your lap A hand on my chest The other caressing my hair Your fingers, so delicate As they brush my forehead I look up at your eyes And think What a mistake it would be To kiss you …
I study what seems The electric In dreams There were two Then three Dancing Bound by screams Tendril to wrist The synapse missed In the emptiness Between Broken ladders And three's Consideration For contemplation Of rabbit filled Holes In the plot Thickens Tossed salad Of words From the second Story to The variables Which invariably …
