have you found yourself
as I have,
slipping and swaying
at the turn of,
the dime in your head
cakes on the spindle
while the syrup pours smooth,
we'll walk in the sea of ever lending returns
as I pull you much closer
and wait
for the silken dream
that breathes your name
your words, they smile
but are empty inside ...
we must stop all this fuss
this misaligned suck-up,
cheery frills and sloppy excuses
for anything that squeaks like a friendship,
they don't know you like I do
they'd die for a closer view
and yet, I stay
quiet I remain,
in frantic repose
as I wait for the obvious to show
and you?
( 07/24/2008)