the green amber

When you speak to me
in eyes of emerald dancing over my unspoken word
I melt,
I met unseen into a puddle of what could be
I fall back into the dark places of my mind.
those places in which i want lust
those places in which i want rapture 
those places in which I was once. 
When you speak of me,
in words of pride and praise elaborate and full of wim
I melt,
sliding back into ways of want, 
but i am not what you want, i am not what i want

i am not.

when you speak to me I dream, i could be.