a poem i wrote last night

[hippie56]

I'm entered at one place
your beauty is pure
it feeds me

the music you make
I've been waiting to hear
externally

did you know, that I the
listener, understand the
making?

do not ask me here.
with all these people
to reveal my heart

you expect bridges.

I want to lay next to you
until you see that our pulses
are one

what an unfair advantage I have,
to be a silent listener.

But am I the fool?
to imagine evenings filled
with sound
sharing a living room
sharing a town

your hand has just slipped
around
your lover's shoulder.