Tantalizing texture
the feel of your skin
philosophical grandeur
your wit spread thin

too much
touch
not enough

the erratic tempo
of your tell tale heart
undistinguished symbols
bewildering marks

the mystery of youth
innocent truth
focusing real
now

trembling hands
to hold me close
with nothing planned
our thoughts erode

enveloped in a moment
while time ceases to exist
with every breath expanding
the knot in your chest

nerves are getting better
the best of you
words so demure
was nothing so true

so uncorrupted
pure and plain
how something so wonderful
could I have obtained?