Change
Change
The ache
is a pleasure
since you dazzled me speechless,
with your eyes.
I go to sleep
conspiring,
to make you think of me..
When I wake,
you have been in my dreams
all night.
There is a screen
of your smile
on my helpless eyes.
I think of you
smiling,
when you think of me.
I see the world through you.
—
The smile
has disappeared
into a face of stone.
She doesn’t look
at me, any more..
I look away from her.
I think of you
when it rains,
I go to sleep
thinking of you…
When I walk
in the silent hum of midnight
I hear the sound,
of your footsteps with mine.
My room greets,
with the smell of your presence.
My breath smells
of your breath.
Touch not, the heart
so often,
it hurts the thread
of my existence.
The guilt of passions,
is a matter of the past.
Monday, May 17, 2004
