Innocent
2 years ago
Couldn’t I just meet you
for a beer or a cup of coffee
and have the thought of your touch
leave me feeling satisfied?
But loving is an end,
and I will have the reasons,
each time I touch your face
in imaginary conversations.
Those dirty secrets
between the sheets
i wish
I had something to tell.
I can play the shapes
that frame my guilty conscience
my dreams have surpassed
innocent possibilities. . .
