The stars burn in my memory replacing the burning memory of your touch.
Can I want what I should not seek?
I crave the ecstasy of understanding,
please, please give it to me.
We are not blind nor mute so why play the part?
Turn to me, for I have wanted you,
more than my mouth would let me say,
more than you have been allowed to see,
so much the I can no longer act oblivious towards my thoughts.
The stars fade from sight in this city,
thanks be for my memory of them with you.
1 comments:
Rox said...
I love your writing!!
Please, write more often when you have to time because I enjoy reading it.
(I think I should be writing more often.)