You are a door that's locked.
I hear noises behind you, coming from within.
I listen very coherently, trying to make out what I hear.
Calm knowledgeable speeches, energetic playful tones.
Sometimes I can understand it all, sometimes I cannot.
But I try to imagine what it was meant to be.
More and more curiousity builds up.
Heart pounding, heavy breathing...I peek in the keyhole.
Uncouth visions of blue and green intoxicate my mind.
I close my eyes, only able to take in so much.
Trying to fool you, I peek again.
But there is no way to, you know how I feel.
Leaving me left wide open, not the slightest alarmed.
Confidence in you has stricken me blind.
Now I don't know what to do.

-geri ann