It's tentative.
High-strung upside down reminiscence, well it's
my choice to dwell.
And immortalized words of ancient literary gods mingle with
every time your turned to me and spoke easily
I let your indulgence set me free

No, this is my indulgence.
I hear your voice and let it take me into
a smoky room- empty, save for us two.
The walls are smeared with chalk dust,
the floors littered with my sorry testament;
with crumbled up confessions of my loyalty to you.

It's tentative, I know.
I am in my place of comfortable laughter when you
turn the lights back on,
and suddenly, the room is clean,
my thoughts are pure. I say something lacking
and I am out the door.
I'm sure you knew it all along.

Silly, secluded me and still
you are the answer to my hesitation
while I smile at your own.
This identity I daily steal from you,
I want it to bring out the best in me:

The sight and sound of you, it wraps around me,
and I can feel it happening.

Your great glory wings beat above my head
a flush starts across my face.
I am not willing to contain this:
So many people are silent, but how can I be
when every time I see you,
words seethe inside of me?