III
So many thoughts
Too fast flooding
Left me weeping
Wanting to reach
Out to you in your
Logical laughter.

II
Seemingly so sad in your sighs so heavy,
Spirits high, my heart did burn wanting
To reach out and run slim fingers soft
Across your cheek, push ear to chest
To feel your beat yearning to comfort.

I
Life has led me ‘round and back the way
I came and I may recall a second left
Once, maybe twice, but I came back
Whole with a myriad rewards sweet.

wicked crush

Soft, sweet, the echoes deep
In the beat of the heart resounding
As laughter glows in her head,
Her little world where
The music plays and the fingers trail
Circles cool white with little tails
Like teardrops on too hot flesh.