When I was Sitting Behind You

Looking at you back here
linger behind your shadow
those black and strong arms
I wish I could hold on there
          must be warm
Reddish eyes that I could
          only imagine
I would dive there
I would even die there
I am scratchin' between your
          shadowy smile
        digging through your
          misty thought
I am lost

                                               February 2014