I can cast nets around your looks
But it is not becoming.
Do you think of me, love?
Do you know me?
The time is stretched thin as pastry,
I have no minds
In every step taken,
My thoughts occupied.
I tap my pencils on the sill,
It's jaded, fine silk
Do you ever remember
Hands, footholds, sheets.
I can lie for hours to dream straight
Of daring escapes tonight.
Touch cheek,
We meet so soon.
