Closer

What is it that you can’t say? You drown my world into dismay, And keep me back in stage of wonder Thinking I just want to play. Sometimes words just can’t solder, Yet if it gets any colder, Don’t deny my faithful lust, And let me lay on your shoulder. To sink deeper is a must, For dominating on my crust, You will fail to perceive Ways and looks you thought could bust. Was there a warmth I could receive? My mind’s become like a sieve. Yet my soul can still remember The smell of a zest you can’t achieve. Will you or will you not, soldier? Will you or will you not, tender? Will you, dear pretender, Will you hold my hand? In your eyes I’ve become Who falls at once and trembles. That’s not what I run from, But is what every man resembles. I'm not that weak And you, without realizing, Have made me seek What’s hypnotizing. You didn’t seize My lame descriptions. I could but freeze In front of fictions. Come on closer dear, You don’t have to shout, You don’t have to cheer; Things don’t always sprout. Don’t imagine what I expect If I myself with all respect Found a remote whim in your word And links that seem somehow absurd. Perhaps an alleviation Is what I need, Of loss among differences that lead To a certain destruction Of a mind, Of a thought, That once was kind And never fought Of a heart, Of a soul, That made it hard To ever fall.