Originally written sometime between the year 2000 and 2002
Stepping
Up
Down
Over me
Around me
But never
To me
Crossing legs
Hair tossing between fingers
Lips moving but never uttering a word
A word of silence
Language of dynamic proportion
A subtle glimpse of faith
Laying in his arms we create the perfect dreams
Never a toss or a turn but an uncomfortable moment
Tossing memories out and becoming untouched lovers
Until the morning painted itself all over the northern wall
I laid there again in silence
The only speaking the rhythmic sounds of our breath
Still strange
Strange
Like bad sugar
Strange
Like the aftertaste of the first kiss
Never had
Never tasted
Still
Just hope
Still legs crossing & fingers fumbling in hair
Still
Lips quivering but never saying a word
Still
Strange