Zywa Lost

While the show goes on
your thoughts stare at me
you don't know anymore

where you are, lost

in responses, but fortunately
you have to sit still
until the intermission makes you aware

of the opportunities, in camouflage
among others, who interfere
and let you wait for your turn

You practice funny phrases
but forget what you wanted
to say and improvise

to catch my eyes
seeking a clear field for yours
trying to come closer

it takes some doing
to smell from each other
why we are laughing

Poem 904
Amsterdam, 2016-12-20

Collection: Heart's Delight 
Keyword: In love:  
Zywa
Home5-7-5
PencilPumiceRainLoves
CompressedBirdsIflessPhoto
Attention is like sunshineMention © Zywa when using texts,
drawings, designs, paintings and photos
Search word:  CTRL-F