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