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July 29, 2006
I'm stirred - not shaken
she has design to do but keeps seeing
blossoms peek through the spaces between space bars
reminded of her head against the car seat
holding the thought that someone spent time on her
a mystery man perhaps
with signals to decipher
looking for the answer in boxes
but like life - you'll never be sure
fantasy outweighs the reality
that is certain
and
why would someone send love
and not desire reply
where can she send a response
so that she may exclaim directly
but isn't this unconditional love
one that does not desire confirmation
love
swallow that word
he might deny that it is
but the gesture is formed from it
so she can just claim it
and so what if he doesn't bond with that
she can't be embarrassed just for him
stop now
she must go back to the design
she snapped up
and watch her heart beat
like long blacks
[current mood] Black Eyed Peas in the Volvo
Posted by nat at July 29, 2006 12:09 PM
