I see your lines. I read between 'em. Look in your eyes And I want to drown myself In the depths of your soul. So close, I feel, to this dream of love. I want to wrap it around me. I want to wrap my arm around your waist. Could I talk you into a moment?
I feel you against me As we begin our sacroiliac dance. We move to a rhythm of a slow song. I want you to nuzzle my collar As I feel the slink of your silky slip against my bare chest. I want to let my breath Be felt against your ear As I whisper your name. Could I talk you into a moment?
I pass my time Reading all your loving lines. I think you may be writing back to me. The possibility that this is real Is enough to make me shake with excitement. I want to hold you forever, Or maybe we just have this day. It gets confusing sometimes. I become disambiguated With every line I read. Could you love me, too? As much as every morning's new? Could I talk you into a moment?
My eyes are closed. I am daring to dream of you, And all the things we'd say and do. Write to me another poem And post it on my page. Every time I read the love, I can't help but hope This is more than a flirtatious game. I'm like a nervous schoolboy, I'm giddy all over again. I'm hoping one day To show you that I'm a man Who really loves you. Could you love me, too? As much as the sky is blue? Could I talk you into a moment?
A friend, and fellow poet on this sight suggested a topic, and I built this poem around it. If it were a song, it would start soft but wind up being a romantic power ballad. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.