• It’s not your face
    It’s strange 
    It’s not your eyes, 
    Although so wise
    It's just this pull I feel
    As I start to realize

    It’s the poems, the photos the songs that you send
    That have me checking and checking my mails
    Caught in that magical spin

    And as I sit real still
    And as I wait for you to appear, my dear, 

    I know you’ll surprise me, you never do fail…
    I’m so in love with you
    Now look
    You’ve some mail

    I cut and paste
    With great haste
    As you embed me, for the night
    And the sweet hum of the computer
    Rings in my ears as I say
    Good night

    © Kara Johnstad
    Album | Naked Thoughts
    Artist | Kara Johnstad

    Album | Moon in Capricorn
    Artist | Kara Johnstad