you drape your wrists over my shoulders
and pull me in a little closer,
and now our hips are slightly touching
our silhouettes dancing across the window pane
(our breaths are sharpening
and quickening,
our heartbeats are synchronizing
and stuttering,
our feet are stum-stum-stumbling
as our bodies slowly start to sway)
you whisper “i love you” softly in my ear
and graze your lips across my cheek
(leaving a trail of wildfire
kisses, set torches to skin,
a blinding flash of pearly teeth)
you taste sweet of white zinfadel
and i a hint of cigarette smoke
(i am drunk off of intoxicating love,
as you press your mouth
against my throat)
and i am etching lustful verses
with fingernails and curses
digging words, desperately,
down the length of your back
and we are slipping into love
as though that’s all there ever was
(and we are lost,
and we are found,
and we are lost,
and we are found)
and i am getting lost
in the heart of your forest eyes
and i am, i am, i am screaming:
"this, this, this is heaven!
and i am never—and i mean—never— coming back!”