post-it
Like the tide, I come forward and then retreat…
I want to fall into your arms, to kneel at your feet…
Instead, I slip out and disappear into the street.
There is a fear... and a joy...
in this love with this boy.
I am a girl... only a girl.
But sometimes, I dream... and sometimes, I dream
That in our imperfections, in our perfectly matched defections
From all that is ordinary...
We find ourselves and become the light
to drown the starless night.
The sea escapes its shore and runs over the land
Just to kiss the skin of your hands.
I re-enter from the street, a little wild.
Eyes meet eyes as the ships pass.
This time, I slip you a note,
you follow, and so, we go.