5/8/19

I dig my fingers into sand.
Craving the cool, wet feeling it gives.
She plays the koto so beautifully, my heart is the only gift I can give.
But she plays for me.
She gives out energy.
Its shameful how much I adore.
May I say it's wrong?
I'd walk the stars of night to be with her.
I'd take a honest breath and let her leave.
Still, my hands are stuck in the sand.
Anchoring my self down as my desires reach out.
Soft blue silk curtains drape around.
Lately I've been smiling to myself.
Everyone can't seem to figure out.
What it feels like when you're around.
But I won't tell it all.
I can't tell my story yet.
I'm trying to fall apart.