fly

to whom do i owe this pleasure?
tucked away
inside
and underneath.

just knowing the right areas
to where the fingers reach.

he knows how to lure me....in
without a doubt.

plays my instrument
beyond what others
wish they could do with their mouths.

crisis...moment...
if things don't change soon
it will be the end
of our tune.

maybe moving you towards a better attitude
and myself
a lifetime of solitude.

never knowing
or growing
or holding
to ourselves
be true.

just focusing on the now. the moment.
he plays the song
inside you.