simply soaking it all in
slowly sensing much
timidly tension builds
begging only for your touch
dancing divinly unaware
that all the things you two may share
must come to a bitter end
you’ve known it all along my friend
that between the love that runs through your veins
is something else constricts, constrains
sometimes you jump and assume you’ll be caught
when it isn’t at all like that, is it not?
