Saturday, May 14, 2011

Questioning Tick

3 a.m.
We meet again.
I'm kind of fond of you.
These feelings are strongest,
When I here the tick of your hour.

3 a.m.
We meet again.
I'm kind of fond of you.
Let me close my eyes
so We may dance on until dawn.

Only in dreams do you show your smiles and fears.
You blind me of the absences,
or rub their stench through my cheeks.

Leave my heart alone.
I cling to the imprints left there,
Which you stir with a large, iron spoon.
Stop the wandering.
Stop the wandering.
Stop the wandering.

3 a.m.
We meet again.
I'm kind of fond of you.
These feelings are strongest,
When I hear the questioning tick of your hour.