Orange

To be honest, i can feel you. Pulsing through these lines. I know your there. I know your listening. Analyzing every metaphor till your sore. Studying and find out what to pick up on. What to bleed. I Know. I was there that time you and I held our breath. That first kiss/caress. I can feel you pulsing through these lines. I keep time of the confusion. I remind my self. Your not there. Your (t)here. Pulsing.