in disarray do all my thoughts stumble
and revolve in hurried futility:
your face floating before me as in my dreams
the weather and the nba tell me not of
nor of the past, nor of the pictures on my wall
just kiss me, darling
kiss me
no morbid thoughts of bright futures,
nor binding proclamations for tomorrow or today
this deathly grip of convention i want not
and of what they say i care not
care not do i about what they say
words, by themselves biting and meaningless,
those casual casualties, committed by innocent bystanders
not-so-innocently insinuating comments meant to slander
juxtaposition, replacement, fusion
exposition, development, recapitulation
sonata-allegro form, fugues, the striking of a polyphonic
chord on my lonely heart
sixpence none the richer, under the milky twilight
romeo to juliet, palmers praying, touching, loving
scully’s eyes to mulder’s lips, ariel’s eyes to eric’s lips
tree to snow, fingertip to keyboard, windowpane to frost
kiss me, please
just kiss me
go back.