We sit once again,
you and me.
seems we have a tendency towards this-
opposite each other,
staring each other out,
seeing who will give in first,
who will waiver,
falter.
There are apartments in my
mind which I believe no one
should enter-
let alone You.
Yet i feel you bury yourself thru my eyes …….
reaching…….probing.
managing the labyrinth
so well you navigate,
as if you’ve been here,
walked these paths before.
However, I never let you in.
How do you know where to tread-
opening doors that have been forever shut,
windows never opened.
Light floods my senses,
blinding me.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask,
as you mould and shape yourself within me.