spaces for growing things

there are places for things to grow
spaces for me to fit into
tight squeezing
or falling in
disappearing into the crevice with unintentional ease

there is a space for me within you
i can feel it
but wh...ere has been hazed
with a premeditated thought
and spontaneous words
sputtered outside a lift

i would like to be someone else when i'm with you
but this too is impossible
because i am me when I am trying to be you!
your the large pothole that appeared as a shadow
but the bottom was soft
and I landed with the grace of your stride

but it's not my short leg strut that accompanies your stride along the footpath
unconscious blue silk
meets your step
and even hurries a little ahead
with playful delight

there is a space somewhere in all that for me
my pores attempt closure at the fear of that
and yet you present me the calm I need...
for you to be misled by my confident ways!

you make me quiver!

in a silent, pleasured way
but I don't believe your astonished eyes are aware

you attempt to peer into me...
I catch you sidewards
but your not trying hard enough
because I too have a space inside of me...
waiting to be filled by you