Can I hold you back? Touch you? Want you?
Can I ask for love as you walk away?
Can I ask for five minutes of your time?
Can I tell you how much I miss you?
May I hold your face in my hands?
May I brush my lips against yours?
May I feel your heartbeats against mine?
May I drown in the green pools of your eyes?
Should I be bold and tell you about the whys and
the whereof of our disrupted lives? Or should I pretend
that we were just passing ships in a desert, each
going the opposite way.
©ZSA April 2015.
This is what I thought about when I couldn’t sleep last night. Actually I slept well until about three in the morning, and then the beautiful sleep eluded me. Arrgh, sleep, such a siren, taking my night of rest and dashing it on rocks!