A wall flips itself open,
rotated like a fridge door;
I will not let this stop me.
I will, however, pause
and assess what’s forth -
This situation can’t get messier,
but God knows I like it muddy.
You feel my hot stare
but do not move or fall back -
How am I supposed to go,
forward when there’s no indication
Of what you want between us.
So I’ll stop wasting my time,
that precious abstraction.
I will grab what I want
and if it’s ill received,
I will come into knowledge
either way,
I want to touch you.
To feel that same connection,
that vibe so strong -
Will you pull away?
