Local Social Network for the Arts Community in Central Valley
Gushing is good.
I denied it every time I did it.
Tripping all over your feet and mine
Trying to find the common ground
Between the slippery edge and
That lost place where we can see eye to eye.
I want to ask, “What are you looking up at?”
Where do those dark eyes rest their gaze?
I use these and other criminal thoughts that wander into my sea salted brain
to see you running on the sand.