Crisp on my tongue,
Your name simmers
Away on my mind.
Flooded with thoughts
And images of you,
Am I doomed to always
Be such an imbecile?
Do I seem conflicted
On the outside, as well?
I have been told that
My face wears no mask,
And my heart is forever
Stitched to my sleeve.
So tell me infiltrator,
Have you only come here,
To witness my blush,
And stuttering fall?
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/infiltrator/
