a few steps behind.

scrawled 2.01.2009 by miss.abi | E-mail this post

late nights are like this...

you should know
the many ways i play
slave to your shadow
hiding in footprints and
the echoes of breath
through speakers,
boxing me into
rooms without doors;
tongue-tied at your voice.

siren
you lure me into thoughts
of forget-me-nots
pinned to lapels
i know you so well
yet
understand little

riddle me into mystery.
find me in the folds of pages.
i wait for you in the words,
to be a chapter in your book,
a line lingering on your lips;
speak me into being.

i wait,
bookmarking passages
in the story of your kingdom.

your majesty,
you should know
how many times my lines
have have worn your face,
how we've
slipped between sheets
of loose-leafed dreams.
between the lines of poems,
i wait.

unseen; and
unheard,
just a girl
intoxicated
by the elixir of your words,
stolen,
like moments we've passed,
far from the eyes
of a greedy audience.