i. . .
can't help it
i'm drawn to you
like the tides are helpless
against the pull of
the glorious moon

i . . .
am defenseless
as an innocent child
unthinkingly succumbing
to your unconscious charm,
your flippant smile

i. . .
against all odds
hold on to you
so afraid you might
slip right through my
clumsy little fingers

and fall, ever so gently
or drift, ever so casually
towards another's lap
where i can never get you back
however hard i try,
however desperate i become

you are the dream
i have so longingly chased,
the one wish,
i would've given anything
to finally have. . .

i. . .