Let Me

Let me linger on your lips

As though a memory there

Let me feel your fingertips

As you strum my hair

 

Let me look into your eyes

And looking lose all care

Let me breathe in your scent

As though my very air

Glum

 

Smiles are prisoners in you

So many enter your eyes

So few ever see the light again

 

Surely they tire

Of staring through the bars

Knowing, as they do,

What it was like to travel

From face to face

 

Every now and then

You drop your guard

And you grant a poor soul liberty