figure of thought

face the wall under low light

and the shadow cast on the page

of my own hand moving one side

to the other as if it operates

on it’s own without direction

thoughts fill the mind

no talent here just words

to describe thoughts

because I can’t paint pictures

don’t ever ask what I am thinking

read it here and know

it’s always been you I think of

when you fill my heart

as it pounds faster when you

hold me close and close isn’t

close enough for me

insatiable in that way

a fatal flaw never want

to be the pillow that keeps

the breath away just

a figure of thought

face the wall and understand

it’s always going to be

where I want to be…