I sat on the edge of the bench flooding my ears with the constant drumming,
I heard tip toes and the sound of a key turning and locking
And quickly my eyes spud open from my dream state in a tunnel of seconds
here was a soft whisper in my mind and heart that no one could hear
I tipped into my reflection of the bus window and not only did I see myself,
But I saw his gaze lingering there;
I felt him antagonizing me with words in my head he somehow knew
I thought of his lips; the color
Of plum cherries that tasted like heaven, and his dream state he'd always be in
I thought of our hands grazing, knees brooding and when I'd press my lips
Against his cheekbone, my mind was a haze because
I craved him so badly, everything about him
The way he'd whisper my name and what I missed most of all was his mind
And the way he'd construct his thoughts to me, so elegantly and soft at the same
time.
