Dreaming of smiles
endless whiles of decadence
shared out over shared moments
of an entoxicated bliss
summing up all of the
inconsequential silent instants
all of the minute wistful glances,
half caught at the corner of vision,
which can never come to fruition.
How I would revel
in wrapping you around me
maybe just once...
but to what end?
how unfulfilling it is to deny,
though, the urges which
writhe through my
frustration and wonder
are the be all end all of this scene
Stuck with this thought in my mind
we'll put that aside,
and carry on.