Young Alien Type
Bluelighter
It's like rubbing a finger across the glass
And I'm resonant
I can feel you sliding into me
But never touching
Half and half and half again
Distances never close
And with each half, a universal decision
And every thought effecting outcome
Every movement setting forth another exploration
From your staggered breath
To my half-closed eyes
And for a moment secure in touch
But ever knowing
That so close, is so far away.
And I'm resonant
I can feel you sliding into me
But never touching
Half and half and half again
Distances never close
And with each half, a universal decision
And every thought effecting outcome
Every movement setting forth another exploration
From your staggered breath
To my half-closed eyes
And for a moment secure in touch
But ever knowing
That so close, is so far away.
