i want to see you because
i want to feel you because
because i think you owe me something.
something you had once, first.
something i want, from you.
but first, come within range. put yourself in the cross-hairs.
i want something from you.
once in tiny stolen capacities
once in full, paid back never...*
and you want something from me. something you didnt have in a sh00ting star
something sand in your eye made clear.
something said once to constelations
(through leaves)
i want something from you.
shh come near...
only so much i can do where others can hear
i'll tie your shoelace for a dime
fog your windows for a time
wash over me (like the surf?)::how long ago was that::
are you still ::still reading::
do you even know this is for you.
1 comment:
Heya Alice!
I'm back from sea! Gratz on the new do by the way, I wish I was brave enough.
I absolutely love this poem. There is someone about whom I feel the same way. My first love I can't let go. I make a fool out of myself thinking he still owes me something. Why can't I just stop being crazy?
glad i'm not the only one this particular breed.
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