The pictures keep moving around in my head.
They collapse so quickly. Seem unheld or unfinished.
They flutter like the wings of a moth.
I do my best to smooth them out. Lay them flat against a solid background
so that the lines of you and me, seem more defined.
The feelings belonging to the lines attach themselves, then lose their bearings, and leave smudges. Unclear traces of what they were.
I find myself stumbling down some foggy unknown, when quietly we stare into each others eyes.
I know something. I feel something. And the things I know and feel have no connection with thought.
There is something about you that takes everything from me.
No thoughts. No need. No words