Boy

Drawn heavily over my mind,
manifesting thoughts unkind.
Will I hold what I want as mine?
I fear not.

The words made it to my throat,
singing savagely every note.
Does is sound just as I wrote?
I fear not.

I cannot remember when
Do I know? Was it then?
Will we blush in flesh again?
I fear not.

The lovers pen is her word.
To be read is to be heard.
Will you inflame her without leaving her burned?
I fear not.

As detatched as I am not
left just as I am caught.
Is my figure your afterthought?
I fear not.