you caught me,
pen in hand.
curled in your blankets, surrounded by your presence,
stealing away in a moment of solitude to write my heart to you.
you caught me,
with words of you spilling onto a page.
you caught me but i didn't feel arrested.
no bubbling panic, no sheepish words of evasion.
we both shared a look, and we knew.
we smiled, and you left.
you've read those words now,
and tomorrow we share words.
words about words, and words for words.
my tongue will betray me,
and your eyes will steal the words from my lips,
i will be dismantled and disarmed,
stripped of my greatest weapon,
i will try to string my thoughts into coherent babble.
our dance of evasion and pretend will end,
and we will stand together in the awkward silence between changing songs.
will you catch me,
for the next song?
will you catch me before my fear gets the better of me,
and sends me running?
i want to be caught by you.