hands to yourself
life is an odyssey
subtle attempts
at satisfying
loud desires
maddening silence
but trust
through and through
my feeble mind
distracted
fantasies build up around me
like the wake of the water
the pull of the moon
to the tide
we dance
ebb and flow
pulled closer
hearing her song
I knock on her door
she lets me in but briefly
I feel restored
and inspired
to write about her
and wonder
if she writes
of me
I am selfish
and not more
than a feeble minded
distraction
in my heart
of hearts
I sincerely care enough
not to ask her to let me in
but not enough
to subside
these subtle attempts
at satisfying loud desires
