Questions Poem by Nick Downer

is it the insecurities
that make you ask
or did the way i held you tonight
just feel cold?
we prepare ourselves
to watch it all unfold
whats in your mind?
can i become transluscent
sink into skin
read thoughts like a diary?
cuz baby loves not meant to look
like the spanish inquiry
i thought there were words
in silence, in glances
but there's just a dull roar
and maybe I know what
your questions are for