Of AllThe taste yourtonguefloods into thevalleys of your lips-you are my sweetliquid gold;I'd steal fromfrom your mouthanytime.They say of all thepeople thatpierce me withknives andgreen eyes, you'vegot feathersgrowing from your sockets.Andthey paintacross my skin everygoose bumpof shyness and shiverof longing.Because yourfingerstrace my shoulderlike I've gotglass rosesblooming from thepores of myporcelain;And they sayof all theinsignificant peopleyou've got the mostbeautifully naivecupped in thepalm of your hand.
To The SkyI took a finger to the sky andyou inhaled sosharplythat I'm not sure youeventook a breath at all.It was the glimpseofthe fading endofa shooting star;I saw it all.A hole in the night,time warped in the sky.The universe'sglitter fingertipsmanipulating beforemyeyes.The lights teased melikethey knew I wantedto dance with themso close.My toes curledwithout consenttowards a cyan starbut I lost mydelicacy and he ranaway.But I thought likeyou, quickly,still in the burst ofmagicI gasped so deeplythat surely thesweetdust in my throatmade something of me.Right nearer wasa scarlet oneglowing socloseto my lips thatthe buds of mytonguecaught a tasteThat carried me tomidnight withsuch haste that Iwoke with the strangest of starts.
AnywayHe said:But I'm counting every minute,every second.I looked back withhandsfumbling from my lipsand told himwithgrayer eyesthathis minutes feel likeh o u r sanyway.Don't they?
But They Don't Know Me Yet"Will you dance with me?"It was hushed and timid and I was desperate in wishing that I could pull the words back with my tongue and swallow them almost as nearly as I had spoken them. But my face was already turned towards his and the stupid question had already leaped from my lips. All I could do was wait, two and a half gut wrenching seconds, for his reply. And so I did. I sank shyly into his arms, between his legs. I didn't want to press him with my eyes but I swear I must've counted every millisecond before he moved his mouth. It took every effort not to shrink unto myself with my back to his chest in the somehow comfortable backseat of his car. Two moments sure feels like forever when you're mentally slapping yourself for letting your desires slip.With the windows down and the stars illuminating us both just enough, he smiled, "Right now?" I could feel the light in his cheeks.------------------------In climbing out from his car I fixed my dress and he watched me with s
ArdentlySometimes,when I watch you,I long to be a part ofevery movement you make. I wish Ihad the privilegeofbeing the airthat passes your lipsand fills your lungs.Or to be the cellof the tissueon the inside of your cheekwhen your mouth curves upward.Orto be the muscleofyour shoulderwhen you tilt your head and elongate your neck.Somehow,being in your arms isn'tcloseenough.I wantmy skin againstyour skinevery m.i.n.u.t.e of the day.I want to melt into your beingand sit inside your thoughts.I want tos i n kinto a sea of your scentand be theforce that pumps your heart.I want you,utterly,with a passion so devastatingthatif I were to keep gazing,my patience would wear thinand my heart might stop indisappointment of not being underyour skin.