Weeks pass; pages flipping in the wind,
we stare but can’t touch each other the entire time.
A constant chaperone, a miniature drunkard, stumbles between us.
As he falls asleep on duty, I sneak closer to you,
his eyes blink open, and his glare bores a hole,
I go back to my place,
frustrated, but not ashamed.
My lips are chapped sandpaper in the heat of the summer,
and need your velvet kiss to heal me.
The wet of yours seap in like a salve,
You are across a canyon, but i can hear your every whisper.
I miss you, and I need you.
When he’s asleep lets sneak off, and rediscover each other.
Lets sneak away when we get a chance