exchanged glances
are enough to
tide me over,
but barely,
but only.
can you read these
thoughts as my
gaze travels across
your brow
and down your jaw
and over your lips?
a tease.
a taunt.
if it were not for the
solidified fact(good
god, i hope it's a fact
and not merely a hope or a wish
or a dream)that you are
mine,
allmineallmineallmine,
i would be driven mad
with these hindering thoughts.
you take refuge in every
single
corner of my brain,
and i open myself further,
i open myself wider.
please, take as much
real estate as you would
damn well please.
it's all yours(i'm
all yours)anyway.
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