my mind is racing around like a madman
popping in and out of every corner
to throw tiny kisses to each and every one
that sleeps there...

there's that one over there with his
sleepy expression and teasing smile
that plays for moments at a time
without ever having to completely shine
see's me with a knowing eye and loves
me for it without wondering why...

and in this corner we have another one
little boy blue pouting and loving
and laughing and pouting and crying
and needing and wanting and pouting
and trying trying trying to grow up
and be a man just for me and he's
trying and trying but doesn't realise
he doesn't need to be...

and last but not least
surely not least needless to say
though not at the top not these
days stands him...
the one who came 1st but fell
in last who haunts me from
a long dead past or so i thought
but seems he really didn't slip
from my heart and waits there
cunningly for moments to slip
through when hands are empty
and he has nothing else to do...

my mind is racing around like a madman
popping in and out of every corner
to throw tiny kisses to each and every one
that sleeps there...
and one of these times one will awake
and return the favor forever and ever
and in THAT corner, we will sleep together.

11/29/2002

Author's Note: never was good with choices, was always the one who had to have it all in every color, every style...every skin.

Posted on 11/29/2002
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