A soft bellow blooms
where your hand meets my skin.

Every nerve ending awakened,
like the striking of a match.

An unripe fruit,
not yet sweet
on my lips caress.

Beneath an unmarked grave,
here I will stay.

With each step back you take,
I gather more dirt upon my chest.

Hushed tones,
a song still unwritten.

Your affection,
a dripping faucet
I so thirstily lick from.

Heart shaped locket
that I shall never open.