I feel the thin border dispersing between
my 1000 ways to be.
I try to listen to the sounds
shaking me out
lifting my head to kiss a ray
of moonlight laying down clear
on the tip of the tongue.
I gaze at your words moving and
mingling along the panes and
ruffle them with the tip of my fingers.
Maybe every time you don't fancy it,
every time you can't,
every time your refusals taste the same
as a closure,
you could try to ask me to stay,
to never understand the bigness of
my desire.
Maybe every time you say
"I don't like it"
you should enjoy it as
it was the last dawn.
I hear your breath straining innocent on
the doors shuting out my need for you,
always faltering as
the little nights really spend under
the same sky.
my 1000 ways to be.
I try to listen to the sounds
shaking me out
lifting my head to kiss a ray
of moonlight laying down clear
on the tip of the tongue.
I gaze at your words moving and
mingling along the panes and
ruffle them with the tip of my fingers.
Maybe every time you don't fancy it,
every time you can't,
every time your refusals taste the same
as a closure,
you could try to ask me to stay,
to never understand the bigness of
my desire.
Maybe every time you say
"I don't like it"
you should enjoy it as
it was the last dawn.
I hear your breath straining innocent on
the doors shuting out my need for you,
always faltering as
the little nights really spend under
the same sky.