Bent Words

Bent Words

July 23, 2004

The miles vast of seperation, how they cause you to shine

The distance now trimmed between your heart and mine

Only than you can see

Just how much you need me

Beg solace through the cold clasping fingers of time

What diffidence dwells, leaves you less than complete

How you long to be sated, soothed, regarded, replete

But what can I do

When I don't need you

Not nearly so far as the next time we meet

For your eyes seem to burn so deep in my soul

Wanting of me and of the things you should know

And so I fear the fall

After risking it all

When face to face, close at hand, before your searching glare, you let go...

Written at 7:14 a.m.