Mix water and oil
Dirt rises clouding the water
all the while letting your belly of silk caress me from behind
like a hand a rose.
Cause mayhem
put me on that roller coaster I wish not to ride
if you must.
You find it interesting
the places I’ve been, the stories I tell
I live the present
and the person I was stayed in those moments
Get a new me
every time the sun rises
Get a new you?
Keep pushing buttons
Find what makes me tick
What if this went to hell?
One morning you wake up and feel nothing
My presence ceases to excite you
Routine takes over?
Make up a fight
For no apparent reason
Spice things up
so we can get over it
and make up over sex
On the edge of my seat
stir up emotions
inside
Inquisitiveness is amusing
over-confidence endearing
insecurity reassuring
Is there gold inside that rock?
Should I stick it in the fire?
Get on my nerves
inside my brain
slowly crawl
into my heart
claim is yours
if it makes you smile
claim I’m yours
perhaps you’re right
or maybe you’ve just scratched the surface
By tuttysan © 2007
The surface of the heart is all we are allowed to see.
Depths run forever, never ending. This is an interesting universe we live in.
Sometimes I think im falling in love with you, or your poetry.
probably your poetry
Thanks Matt.