standing too close to the edge
i imagine –
days with you –
strolling through open doors,
passing through endless rooms of
contentment.
feeling close –
without the need to touch,
we’d share that which cannot be said.
rather than speeding straight into the
need –
by-passing the greed of
have-to-have –
lingering –
instead – on the very ledge
of – just enough…
your eyes hold secrets –
places i have never been –
realms of unclaimed pleasure –
i would die to comprehend!