You



I know nothing of you,
there are no obligations,
no strings attached.
We avoided the most common lies,
had half a clue, if any.
This is all there is
and nothing to be gained in future.
Souls on demand,
no pleasant imitations,
just bare it all.
The passing of a kiss,
limited to a morning
and parting is bliss.
Call the whole thing off
before it even begins.
The voice that sounds so sweet,
is not speaking of pleasance.
Our dreams collided,
my fingertips still burn
from touching your skin,
they sting and tingle.
You told too much of you
by saying not a word.
We met apart.
I could kiss you hello,
good-bye and to death.
Kiss the scars on your soul,
open wounds that won't heal.
I know nothing of you
you don't owe me at all
and I want to see you again.