You quietly peep into me, reading all my desires, the half opened window still waits...for you to jump down and chuckle at the stolen kiss that once you took with you...the unpainted thoughts remain blank at your mention and my brush blushes in anticipation of the crime my mind would have committed but.....all this is a mere imagination of those wild horses upon whose carriage my thoughts travel...far away with you in the woods...where the wet silt holds my wedges deeply as the first rain drops touch our faces....and I slap myself for the sin you have committed... taking over by thoughts like a storm...and leaving my head full of fairytales where am yours and you....mine!
