You ask me what am I thinking when I look inside you
and you see me looking through you, as if I thought.
And how in the beginning, it was a point of issue in
that you thought, you had received not my undivided
attention and as I tried to, and I did and you understand.
So briefly, in explanation as no enigma can, with you do I.
Know too that no two enigmas are alike and as such
they are going to understand this and it helps you to
grow together, while spiraling apart to meet the end.
For the contrivance of complication is simple deceit, and
C*taking Turns *
Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.
Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is