I keep feinding for
moonbeams
light streams threw each crack in the blinds...
I find the nights are not as it seems
we kept our toes in seprate oceans
seperated only by distance &
time...
connected frontol lobes...
or at least mine searching for
hers...
fine words for normal hearts who have not a concept of NEED...
wanted faults slowly flaunt in the face of knowledge...
for I have a desire that
we...
well,
speechs barely do
justice...
imagery becomes suspect when your words cant cover the circumfrence
the scale of her love..
I lust to hear her words...
to be in her presence
is all
I
desire.