Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Encourging

I have stared at the back of your head
for more than five minutes.
Love can't last, but marriage is suppose to.
Will I ever know the taste of your spit?

a prior engagement pulls you off of
the playing field.

So only in my sinful dreams
do you exist.

I want to get to know you...



to open, escape, pull through, kiss,
embrace, look into the eyes of,
realize existence is...you.