Making Sense

I caught your smile in the side of a moment
Healing the peat dark of your eyes more than it should
It doesn't sink underneath
I only moved for a moment

Whispering secrets have not passed enough between friends
Staying up way past their bed-time
The smell lingering on your scarf
Is not enough to bend shapes over

Sorry, sorry- apology, whatever
Telling stories is not having sex
I have never felt better
Holding my arms to my chest

Walking to me
Only to pass at the thigh:
My dreams I keep to my pillow
Spilling over nights -
You were never meant to love me
I have only traced lines on my face.