Sunday, September 11, 2016

Empty sweet nothing.


My heart beats
Loudly that you hear
You say it is your name
I am happy.
I nod. You happy?
It is my name
that my heart beats
You know it too.
We exchange places.
And reverse the talk.
We both happy.
Innocent games.
Played with out a referee.
Or momentary illusions
Of intense sweet nothing?