Why is sweetness doing wrong

Why eyes that make the day seem long

Satisfied, bound, no longer free

Absorbed by a face, pure poetry

 

Why words that stay and overcome

Why no punctuation, overrun

The current and the wave are one

Unfurled, unbothered, I’m undone

 

Why velvetness of such a dream

Why unfettered beauty, smudged but clean

A little wire taut, is mean

Not unfelt, but just unseen

 

Yanking me across to you.