"Suddenly I'm hit. Is this the darkness of the dawn?" - James Blake

let me be.
while i slip back into my hiding place.
too much light,
the black will descend to calm me once more.
so let me be.
while the storm rages on outside.

"Just leave your heart to the swaying swing while looking up to the sky. Then you'll really see your own feelings."

Shy eyes, comfortable laughs.

An ambiguous closeness settles over us while our stories intertwine with the wisps of smoke that rise from our cups of coffee.

And I wonder if you can hear my thoughts.

Hidden in the small silences between our twirling words, they hide behind my smile, they stay guarded and trapped.

Repressed.

Concealed by the depths of the forbidden.

But oh how they leap at the sight of you, a touch, your sound. A longing that lingers though I try to muffle with conflicted feelings. 

And in this odd space between us, unspoken words seem to speak more. Whispering gently of a perhaps. A perhaps. 

I ponder your mind. 

I ponder your voice.

I dream dreams that perhaps only I dream. 

But this secret I will keep.

My love that has fallen asleep.