Whispers in the night.
Connections growing.
Realisations by the bed
Take control of me.
Starting to fall
But with a lot of fears.
Becoming a ghost
To avoid the tears.
In the Lost and Found
For ten years.
How did a simple question
Restarted the gears?
Voices and faces
Stayed the same.
It seemed like it was yesterday
That I moaned your name.
Picking things up
Seems easy and intense.
Promising each other:
No more past tense.
Repeating your words
Inside my head.
Closing my eyes
To see you better.
In this darkness
Is where I find
That corrupting the silence
Frees my mind.
Fingers lingering
Close to my bed.
Imagination wanting
Flesh instead.
Night or day,
It doesn’t matter.
My gasps delivered
In your platter.
Call my name
And I’ll come crawling.
Trembling so fast
That I might be falling.
From the cold you brought me warmth.
So close to each other, but so apart.
Taking my breath away
without even speaking.
Making me shiver
Just with your writing.
Words that are music to my ears.
A voice that I would only shut up for a kiss.
A brain that I really want to read.
A story, burning to begin.
An impulse to let you take me.
Seduce me like you wanna break me.
In the silence, I want to be loud.
Your name is living in my mouth.
Tattooed, in my mind,
Are these metaphors.
How could a simple gesture
Become something more?
