I taste your smile
devour all laughter –
Whilst balancing my faith on a thimble full of absolution.
I have been misplaced somewhere
between desire and aspirations.
half wedged open doors.
There is no one home to answer my call:
occupied with outlandish past times.
Always in the back of my mind
the feeling that anything could happen
– yet –
somehow, it never quite does.
Poppy July 2013 ~xx~