i run along
the edge of you
like soft hands
over body lines
like the feeling of
hips on mine
the soft skin
of the back
with my nails
scraping the skin
where to begn
where to begin
i write not from
day dream
but from future
memory
of how we could
almost never be
wrapped in
my arms
i feel safe from
harm
but you cannot
protect me
from the threat
that i pose
to my own repose
to rest a moment
not more than
a moment
is all that i seek
without worrying
if there's someone
who would watch
over me
you don't know
how hard i have
to fight
to do the things that
seem to be right
when i could
easily fall into you
but you wouldn't know
what to do
when i fall
if i fall
it will be complete
and it will be the way
you fall head
over feet
instead i
just run along
the edge of you
not knowing
where to begin
run along the edge
of you
but cannot feel
your skin
