Tomorrow this might change,
Tomorrow you might become someone I once knew… barely even or
Tomorrow might just be…
Yet today …
In my head your voice is like treacle
in my head your eyes find mine across the room
Again and again
In my head all your words feel like caress
In my head all your fingers find mine across oceans again and Again
In my head we watch movies, go on hikes, to the museum – agree to disagree,
quickly forget that and argue finer points
In my head you resolve the said arguments
with a kiss –
gentle and then not so …
In my head the hunger is always
lurking beneath the surface of logic
In my head lifetimes and seconds collide
In my head the tentative steps become pirouette
In my head the fear becomes fuel
In my head stranger ness doesn’t feel weird
In my head, the desire wakes up
from the hibernation of ages
In my head the sunshine and meteor showers and spring morning and winter full moon nights
and beach camps and aurora borealis
make a montage
all because,
the way your words flow
and the way you sound
and the things you say
and the questions you ask
and answers you present
In my head this is a tiny swirling supernova –
In my head all of me,
arches up to meet all of you ..
AGAIN and again
it’s just in my head…
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