PerspectiveI've been watching from the sidelines.Perspective3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Following your shadow,
watching the ice cream melt on your tongue.
Butter Pumpkin is now MY favourite flavour too.
I've tried to reason with myself,
convinced with connivance
when you visit pink powder-puffs,
validated purely for physical pleasures.
If only I was braver,
Instead of the mouse that couldn't.
Do their fingers and tongues make up,
for a lack of wit and finesse?
Mine eyes catch you at gatherings,
hovering around a circle that captivates you.
You are drunk,
and we are besotted.
Nocturnal selves of humans split in two.
Both fraternizing with definitions of mediocrity,
ignorance granting them the gift of a chance with you.
My blind engine pumps harder,
at the sight of you in lonely streets.
Throwing food at wagging tails,
and affection at strangers.
I've stared unblinking from afar,
Flourishing at your leaves and ripening buds.
Bringing myself to conclusion repeatedly,
Imagining your fingers inside me.
Moving as gracefully as you,