say my name
it's like a choir of angels singing
just the same
like backporch old-timers swinging
i desire your passion to open wide
but i fear our friendship will be suicide
i know you're talking, my ears are ringing
just say yes
do it now before i drift out to sea
i'm so blessed
to be encompassed with devoted loyalty
yet i cannot help but stay humble
for i know often that i stumble
can we attempt to be what we can be
never enough
are precious and few the conversations
classify this love
while you're gone, i enter detoxications
can't seem to remove you from my head
thoughts of you are continually fed
expectation for one more pleasent visitation
© 2002 S. S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing
