All the time and inbetween,
the stolen glances,
things unseen.

The time it ticks on forgotten clocks,
stealing moments,
broken thoughts.

Transient,
devout,
clinging,
wrapped in in yards of doubt.

Dry wondering countance,
words ringing out.

Falling now from nimble limbs,
down on paper,
the things I've been.

Ever swerving,
changing shape,
lacking form,
and soulful gait.

My darling, dearest, charming one,
with trembling fingers,
weakened knees,
thoughtful presence,
and desperate needs.

Open arms,
tolerant embrace,
tumbling down with lofty Grace.

Fragile,
sanguine,
woeful eyes,
behind which my shattered spirit hides.

Longing,
hopeful,
for some reprise,
daft and wistful,
eager sighs.


Oh the things a kiss provides...