you know the feeling?

desire in the moon

can form a being

and lust in a teardrop 

can not be seen 

the same as 

sensitivity and a laptop

cannot compute

the same way 

I can say 

I love you

but you can not

give it back the same way

when we meet

love is lost in a misty night

and heat caves in the walls 

at Shakespeare street

the same way in that I can 

find a wall and 

get over it

yet you are stopped as you cry

and engage in reckless rage

as so do I 

when I feel that way you say the way you feel

when kissing mid the raindrops

I can't refute the argument 

that I have got love

as both you and me 

have passion lit 

and cooled in caves 

by water that fades the flame

the same way it still burns 

and is not lost 

amidst the days