Nibbling ears and skipping beats,
Amidst fragmented lights on dark city streets.
Sneaking through windows and silent starts,
I lived recklessly for the thought of you in my heart.
The madness of March displayed films in reverse,
Love now, speak later. It took me years to rehearse.
A single moment stained in the portrait of time,
Practiced many a face, yet none were you or I.
Drowning in lust importantly transported,
To the edges of waters inevitably aborted.
I pulled, and she emerged with an expectant gaze,
Yet the eyes of another caused me to turn away.
No matter the distance across these boundless lands,
I longed for your touch…together our hands.
