6/21/10
You wrap me around your finger
So you can feel the thrill
The thrill we love to feel.
The waves in your stomach
Almost ready to escape your tongue
In streams of words that are temporally felt
The feelings fade.
But the words stay to haunt me while I sleep.
Lingering in the places they escaped
Until the remote location no longer exist on my map.
Thrown out like the six month old corn bread we baked
And the watermelon we cut.
This vicious cycle seems endless but in time we’ll know
Love isn’t rare and life is long.
My numb personage can only exist through this cycle.
So don’t you dare let it stop
And I’ll promise on your heart
I’ll never feel again.