Jaded

I surged towards the sand
Time and again,
But it failed to soak me in.

Your spell

Images dance across my silent canvas,
The backlog of my unwritten thoughts:

Your voice,
How perfectly it hugs my name
I almost smile, helplessly numb.

The elusive sensation of touch
Beyond the physical
That you evoke.

You flirt with my *Dancing Princess,
Wave a few stars aside
And make room for us.

Somewhere along the way
I must’ve slipped you the key to reach me,
I see you opening the door.


*Dancing Princess is a constellation I made. She can be seen this time of the year flowing her ball-gown in the eastern sky.