they will see us waving from suchgreatheights

underneath the stripped,
bare the ragged skins of your soul to me.

i see you,
i feel you,
i smell you,
i taste you;
and of all things-
pure ecstacy.

my feet is making small,
cautionary steps,
slowly creeping through the door to your heart.
and then,
i'll slowly turn for you,
put on my dancing shoes,
maybe to keep you intrigued;

even for alittle bit.

they don't see what i see,
they don't feel what i feel,
they don't taste what i taste,
they don't know anything about you,
like i do.

you've been pretty amazing now,
havent you?