
My kinda woman!
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

My kinda woman!

My jumbled pile of clothes
Is laying on the ground
As if last night,
I disappeared, naked, right where I was standing.
Disappeared onto the bed.
Disappeared into your arms.
I haunted every one of your senses
And refused to let you sleep.
But the next day
You disappeared from my room
Out into the world.
And the only place I disappeared
Was from your mind.