I feel you,

I want you.

I wait until your time does dawn,

I ponder until your love is born.

I need you,

I see you.

My heart does beat but slowly,

I need you –oh – so close to me.

(Guilty about the surrounding of wrong-doings – but not a lie)

Her hair caressing the warm spirit

Of air.

Her frown builds agenda of spirit

To bear.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The suede foot steps on the dew grass,

Loosened and fell apart.

Rustle. Rustle.

(I knew her in the distant from me – but knew she wasn’t coming closer)

I feel you,

I want you.

I wait for the darkness to still,

I shake off the embracing chill.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.