axis
My mind might be occupied
With urgent matters---
My thoughts might be niggled
By pressing events—
My reverie might be crowded
By current dilemmas—
But amidst all that…
Your face stays.
At the back of my head---
Haunting me.
Reaching out.
Pushing through the barbed wire
I erected
Boring through---
My steel defenses.
Until I’m almost , almost,
Weak with longing.
How I miss you!
Just your presence--
Would fill my day
Would deem each moment complete.
Just your look
Would melt my knees
As butter would…
Even if it’s
Filled with derision.
Your voice
Caresses my spine
As thistles would.
I could never get enough of it
I could never get enough of you…
How can I then--
GET OVER YOU?
-On Cue 1/29/07
