Untitled 2
©1999 by Mothsdance

"My heart was racing I had to slow my pace.
I had to look away.  Stop before it could start.
I think you saw.
You asked "what?", I said "what?"
Why do we do this when we both know exactly "what".
The need, the want, a desire I only know for you.
The "what" that goes unspoken, the "what" that goes untouched
That neither acts upon."