Reigning
in my head
You,
just there in the background
Slyly
haunting me
With
your obscurity and wanting
Holding
me in a glass like of wine
That
you’ve never tasted
I
would occasionally
See
your name
In
my palm
It’s
you
Threading
thoughts played instantly
Whenever.
However,
Remotely,
as you imply
Your
remembrance
Out
there
Could
there be something
That’s
for now, was not?
That
name that has no color, nor sound to me
The
ground is uneven, seemingly liquid
There
with no sovereignty
As
you don’t get on your way
Towards
me...