|Your heart at my fingertips
Author: Time To Change PM
a meeting of the minds, a keyboard connection.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 67 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-01-11 - id: 2919824
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They dance on my fingertips;
A discordant symphony of held-back words.
I bite my tongue, metaphorically -
these words lack the power of speech.
Every second thought is of you
as if I'm a leaf in a whirlpool.
Circling, circling, 'til I come back
around to you.
The distance that separates us
is greater than mere language barrier:
Eyes I cannot see speak only of distrust.