mound of pebbles in ~ you would have to be half mad to dream me up ~

you are unaware of this but
your crystal blue eyes stare back
each time
and would see right through me if you knew
how much i miss you
that part of you
but i know
you would never believe it…if i said it
cause the universe is twisting a cruel spike
and i…stare back
as often as i can i swear it
and warm tear wipe with a salt of grain
this isn’t for you
but if only…i could get to you
be used by you
like you want and i want too
our un-parallel motives would clasp together
if only for fleeting moments
again