My dear sweet...

Oh my dear friend came lay your head on mine.

You keep your black arms moving in that circle with endless ticks that aggravate my mind.

My dear sweet time how I wish you to slow so that I can enjoy this rhyme.

The fleeting thoughts mix and mingle, as you move forward and around.

I am dizzy with your motion.

I just want to stand still just to feel.

You rob me of these moments that require the consumption of such emotions.

It's always so short, these creative impulses which pass with the shift of your hands.