oh
to be
an
inchworm
measuring
ure inner
soul
plotting out
the
place to go
where
logic
never finds
us
where
fever lies
where
happy sighs
are
lullabies
to grant us
time
to creep
inside
of each other’s
mind
&
climb
into bed
(again)
oh
to be
an
inchworm
delving deep
into
the folds
to the
place
that makes
men
bold
&
scold
their childish
heart
for fearing
the
dark
corners
left
un-illuminated
by
other
bugs
oh
to be
an
inchworm
&
inch
my way
back to
u
to
tossle my
hair
&
meet ure
stare
&
dare
to
care
fondly
deeply
sweetly
if only
(steadily)
inch
by
inch

by

inch