waiting in a public place
the language is pendantic
all that is thought about
outside the news,
gossip or blues
of other people
is the thought of a dark,
loud place
stolen in a picture
I grasp your face
I suppose -
in all likelihood -
I've forgotten what it's like
to be that way -
to be around -
in a circle
above all else
circular and above
for that is important!
it's you I thought about -
it's you I think about -
enough to turn nature
against me
I would relinquish who I am -
who I want to be -
to be released
in your mind
do you think what I hope?
there is only imagine
this is where we lie -
and this, to say again
(in a public place)
I see you, you see me -
it's forbidden
do you know, the
two directions
which to choose?
it's 50/50, I'm lost.
this, you 'should' know
but wont be told
(in a distance, not far,
I look away, analyze
the shoes, legs, chest, arms
of another - being careful
not to see the face,
the eyes, and a pillaged,
mysterious, but desired
private place -
they would never know
especially, though
in reflection, transit glass
in transit windows)
oh god! what does it
feel to go promiscuous?
- you hold me back!
break temptation...
lost in inhibition...
I've come so close
(but it's forbidden:
I lack all morals, ethics)
could you love this?
knowing you may -
always be -
never the 'best'
never 'too close'?
you're working against
the chains of faded faces.