With The Sun

[audiofool]

Her name is punishment
you know I'm a glutton
the ties that bind
now primed for cutting
like an elevator
you pushed the right button

I loosened my tie
you let down your hair
we met on a Tuesday
we met on a dare
I offered my hand
you offered me a chair

I awoke with the sun
you flew like a bird
something on the inside
suddenly had stirred
whatever you require
just say the word

I rang your phone
I raced to your flat
nearly flattened
a curious and careless cat
a hint of desperation
bet you're used to that

you vanished
like tiny drops of dew
I must admit
I was taken by you
fast and fleeting, yes
it was dignified and true

will you soon forget
a moon under glass?
wind and the wandering
the waiter was crass
the things we did
mostly on grass

I loosened my grip
you let down your guard
then I realized
keeping you is hard
ego bruised
and my hands are scarred.

[heinzs]

Spock: Stonn, she is yours. After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true.

[audiofool]

Tru, dat.

[heinzs]