Adam

6:53pm SU.02.10.08

the words are gone
and the ink runs dry
as I sit to craft
the perfect lullaby

to capture the
depth of my condition
and woo your heart
into submission

but rhythm and rhyme
seem not a friend
destined only to
secede in the end

I'd leave them to fall by
the way-side
if they weren't offering
the only way to hide

away from the truth
imbedded deep in my soul
that knows only the
honesty of my goal

I'm not who I seem
I'm not what I say
I've never been the first
to feel this way

instantly trapped
in the enigma of you
with or without
me wanting to

already fallen prey to
all that you are
lusting after your mouth
from afar

your eyes pierce through
to my very core
catching my breath
begging for more

your touch elicits
a hunger masked
responding to
questions left unasked

and as time slips away
from where we stand
and I feel the
emptiness of my hand

I begin to let the
realizations dawn
now that the heat of
the moment is gone

no one could have
prepared me
for sinking into
something I still cant see....