Elevator Ride

25/04/2012

Deny my eyes not; your passions been seen.
I saw you push, this button after me,
so our fingered oils mingled can be –
a backed lighted lovers’ glistening gleam –
signing to the world of wondrous mergings.
Your finger pressing where my thumb caressed
lifts your adoration off this dais,
into my mind for deeper convergings…

Or is it you’re just an impatient she?
Who wishes to leave me abrupt, with tears
without hope, dreams, life, breath, not much, just pain
just so you may timely reach your true dear.
When this box opens, can I then complain
these silent moments weren’t spent with glee?