your wine glass
sitting on the desk
reminds me
that i really like you

i find people –
like mirrors –
reflecting me
hopes and dreams

the idea of someone –
falling in love
and sweeping me off my feet
is gathering speed

sadness
compounded by reality
torque steer
on my desire

we took to the floor
and danced to a joint smile
easily unlocking doors
and travelling many miles

Emptiness emptiness touches emptiness heartache – just stands in a long queue hope, always eager to please and – emptiness … More

your emptiness –
caught my emptiness
and filled it up inside

and now, i have completed my turn
danced as a complete fantasy,
a moment to relieve the tedium
of a relationship cooked on medium

these days are strange
but i would not rearrange my things
and i still dream of the impossible
someone to sweep me off my feet

questioning my love for you
hurt
gouged at the eyes of my love
which has always seen you so clearly