hiding
it was
in the back of the book
a few scrawled together words of
the mostly honest type
wishes that lead to the pitifull
sort of time, away time,
apart minutes that multiply to be
a touch that we have
been waiting far too short a
period of time to get our hands on
whoever could be that type of
picky love-filled territory in the head
those kind of words watch for
pseudo- authority inspections