I’m unable to breathe; and I don’t mind
Just don’t move me or I might break lose of you
An uncomplicated flash of stillness and intrigue locks me in Like a magical moment created by poetry
Yet I don’t know you, by name sure, by smell and touch, I’ve studied you very well;
You speak like language is liquid, an ode to Sade and Al Green
While I strum to your words on my guitar that holds a thousand of my deepest thoughts under the strings
So I add you – without telling you
I don’t think you’d mind
