philophobia

nose

you're a rather silly thing

a work in progress

you're waiting for events to commence

for it all to make sense - so am i. 

we don't always get what we want ,

do we?

i can feel your hands as they trail to me

feel your breath close to mine

you're teasing for what's to come

the rose you left on my doorstep

the cold prick of your nose against mine-

you have what you need.