I stare at your eyes and gather;
I close mine and wait:
the soft, yet vapid
on my lips, slightly open.
Yours cupped on my overlip.
The charged air, the sublimed space.
I close mine on yours,
and stay.
The comfort of overwhelmed.
We stay, please.
I push.
The warmth
of your every breath on
my philtrum:
you are with me, now;
I feel my bridge on yours
point it
and rest
on the vast, skin beside.
(carry me)
I run my thumb
on the smooth of your jaw,
the tender and sweet in
them lips
your delicate beauty.
Yes, dear:
I drown myself tonight
in your mouth.
We glow
in our little corner of the dark,
and starless sky.
Your brow loll on my forehead
your eyes gently unshut
looking
beyond the locked lips,
and the caressing chins,
on us.
Because.
My love,
more to tomorrow
and growing surround,
the ephemera of the night:
our lips,
inevitably,
will part.
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC