This one came via My pal Stoner and was written in response to hers, which you definitely should read. I won’t try to make excuses this time. I’m lazy. I try to squeeze as much as possible out of 5 minutes thought.

I am floating past your doorway

I am whistling with the breeze

I find my way through crevices

To invade your space with ease

You smell my skin

Let me within

Your passion chasing fear

I can’t be there

Yet touch your hair

I whisper in your ear

So unclear

You feel me near

Appearing in your dreams

Not waking. You are shaking

You are breaking. So it seems

I fill the room. I linger

Trace my finger

Down your spine

I desire. And conspire

To one day make you mine