Un-uttered Desire

Sitting alone, quietly, inside
Imagined walls, sipping cappuccino,
Wishing I could burn a cigarette or two,

I am lost in the winged fanfare
Of your laughter; in your every nuance,
Your every easy movement I wander jubilant,

Destroyed. Daydreams have risen
To luxurious depths of skin and soul.
My mind is a circle spinning around

And around infinitely, doomed
To a curved perfection, equidistant
Always from its axis, always spinning.