Tuesday, April 12, 2011

i want to sit in your kitchen
and watch your every move
i want to sneak in your windows
and fill every crack with my wonder
i want to write a story
and fill you with this ocean in my mind
leave your back door ajar
unlock the dead bolt and shiver in fear
lie awake at night listening to every false step and branch against the window
wishing it was me
want me in your bedroom
feel me in your veins
wake and quake and fear the feelings
wake and feel the waves.

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