Meters, miles, light-years in...
Divide the second by infinity,
Times two.
Now where are you?
Lost in the rush,
The potential to kinetic
A feeling synthetic?
Well the rotational has my head spinning
So let's get close,
Closer,
Closer,
There.
I feel your hair on my cheek:
Fragrant shampoo apple sweet,
Here are yours and here are mine
On our fingers we balance
This moment in time.
Fragile, fragile,
Handle with care!
Get to know me as well as you dare.
1 comment:
You know, Chris, every time I read a poem of yours, I think you're having an erotic and amazing love affair with some girl....and that is so cool.
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