the wait

a distinct impossibility is what this is
a distant memory i must never kiss
a disdained fantasy of the little miss

for it cuts, it wounds, it hurts
for it bleeds, it cries, it floods
for it's pain i'm drawn towards

let go of these pills on which i feed
let go of fairy tales of which i read
but let go of you i never did

come real close, lean in, unfurl
come catch me breathless in a twirl
come be here for good babygirl

of secrets of evil of sinful lies
of snowflakes of rainbows of butterflies
of lasting affection until one dies

hold me, touch me, kiss me, drift

[end]

Qi
28/02/2009