taciit

come to me
Hands
Fingers and veins.
light hairs on arms.
The space where one takes blood opposite the elbow.
bleeding
strong arms and shoulders.  Rounded.
Long neck.  Beautiful ears.
Lobes.  Sometimes earrings sometimes not.
Perfect hair color.
Brown eyes with flecks of green.
Deep.
Sadness way inside.
Masked by a smile when you look in.
And I love the eyebrows.
ok I'm done being foolish!
scrape away the correctness which is what is foolish... you build momentum
and then wait for perfect timing.
Everything is momentum and timing.  That is what I learned when I questioned everything.
When to be patient and when to go for it.
and then is that contrived? forced? is it natural? do I push my foolish desires on you that are so childlike in anxiety