Come here

Come here

Come here
Am I talking to you?
I want to be talking to you.
But you tell me
who I’m talking to
and what I can say
to her
that she might know
my heart’s
caught inside her
and would like to stay

Come here
be my forever friend
come here
dance me past our end
come here
hand me your little hand

Come here
let me feel your smile
all through the thumping wilds
come here
let me kiss your fingers
show me where I linger
come here
let us share this our stand

Come here
I want to love you

Authors: The Usual
Editors: Same Old BW/AW
Copyright: AMW

[Bartleby’s Poetry Corner]

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