a thought

 

To bury this face

In your shoulder

The heat of you drying these tears

 

Swiping through tangled locks

Comforting pen calloused hands

Dragging out the tear inspiration

 

Is a thought left to dreams and desire

With the lack of physical presence

Between us in the current swirling

Of now

Author's Note

Cp. 5:59PM Sat 03/01/08 Across the Universe & watching plays tired pushed finish (Written, Blue)