Just a work in progress...
You Got Me
You got me
Walking through New York Penn Station
hoping to accidently-on-purpose
bump into you
You got me
Listening for every syllable
unable to go on living like I used to
because you move me
You got me
Wondering if you had designs on me
when you rolled my name in your mouth
like smooth Kentucky bourbon. Neat.
You got me
Hoping that my smile haunts you
in the coldest and darkest night
when you can't sleep
You got me
Wanting to be recreated by
the movement of your fingers and
the sounds from your throat.
You got me
Wishing I had been there to hold your hand
and hydrate you back to life
that time when you did too much.
You got me
Waiting for the litany
called Beautiful Carla
because I believe it when you say it.
You got me
Wanting to co-create life with words.
You got me
Looking over my shoulder
hoping to see your smile
just one more time.
Yeah,
You got me.
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