I over think most except for myself
I tend to skip along humming past there
for those places I turn away at least
glancing above or to the side afraid
if eye contact is made I’ll fail to be
true or I will be me which is worse
either way I’ll be telling lies to pass
through the rest of my troubled day
so when she writes or touches my arm
I question each nuance except my own
desire which provides the multiple veils
to occlude all sense I see hiding there
because I so want to need it to be
within close reach of my consummation
(November 10, 2014)
