Sunday, August 26, 2012


He follows me 
every whisper spoken
each word that has fallen unto this white paper he reads
and like the bread crumbs on the ground 
I have placed them there purposefully 

He is craving, a desire that upon sight my temperature rises
my breathing becomes heavy 
and my mind can no longer focus

I am drawn into him 

 I am now smitten
filled with the possibilities
and yet ...
 fearful of opening a door long since shut

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