Flum-ed

Touch. Provide.

I told

youthem. I'm seeking answers and

questions 1. How long must I sit

here 2. How long until they notice

my cunning 3. Why does our relationship feel

So unnatural, Doctor

Patience

Not every one has

that infinity

with words, I try

as with lights going

down a long, dark corridor

Out, I am betrayed

                                  I'LL CAST YOU

away with you

                                                                BESIDES

To the fires with you.

Witches. Devil

like you care

now and

then you'll pop

in good spirit

to let me

know, I am not not fooled by you.

I know you

games and the way you

play with my

fingers watching the nib skirt along the page.

Sometimes you silence my voice.

I can never forgive you for that.

Sometimes you stop me short.

Sometimes you leave me guessing at my own thoughts.

But every now and then

As with Sigur Rós

You chime clear and brilliant

note that

I don't have to

disguise or hide from

myself with a heart

felt apology.

Apology accepted, my friend.

Tonight, you've made it

clear with me

up and away

Ours is complicated.

Ours is flum-ed.

You'll never have a crop

circle on my desk.