We made love down on the beach
Shared our dreams at many parks...

Arms fold shyly from their span
He bends his knees, as back is crooked forward...

Gentle hands upon the railing
Loose cotton over body...

I noticed that you're waiting
As you should until you're ready...

Life is in memory
Staged and edited...

Looking out of a window
I could free myself...

At the collection of spirit and flesh
The beginning...

Growing up
I never showed myself...

Well I don''t like to be alone
'N' I don't like to be surrounded...

Friend and love meet tangly
Thread from tact and trust...

With farewells weighing heavily
My eyes sink in recessive seas...

My mind spreads out all through my options
As a proliferating hunt for the slightest resolve...