Haunted by the sound and the fury
Of your laugh. Enchanted again by
The look in your eyes, the pounding
In my head and the throbbing of my
Heart. My signals are shaken not stirred.
Knock three times if this is for real.
Knock two times if you want me.
Knock me unconscious if I'm still alive.
Not that I'd be able to tell, but when
I decided to lose myself I found you,
Wondering if I'm too far gone to be
Saved. A penetrating truth is needed
While only a vague nonsensical smile
Is playing out as my spirit guide. It
Is never enough to simply be, there
Always has to be a catch, always
Has to be an overwhelming sense
That there is more, always more.
If I ask nicely, may I have some more?
