7.27.2010

the audit

slipping
through corridors
taking audit
of every door
what’s behind them
i wonder
curious mind
in mischief
moving between
the echo.lips.stick
and i think it over
hand on my
Masters glove
i could open
these locks
in the blink
of a Love
i can just sneak in
and in
to the deep of you
and i can
just slip in
and in
to the sleep of you
and from up close
i can touch you
and hear
your mind
when you’re
not watching
because when
i’m the auditor
”...it’s you…”
who’s dreaming

1 comment:

gerry boyd said...

the words seem to tip-toe. nice effect. next time, wake me up! ;-)