I could get lost in the curve of your neck
in every freckle and every line
all sensation eclipsed by the traces
of soft fingers exploring my spine,
let me dream of your voice under moonlight
and all the secrets it tries to confine
you leave starlight falling behind you
my words unable to capture the shine,
you are cigarettes and soft music and screenplays
the blooming flower on the vine
I'm enthralled by your smile and its comfort
and a slow heartbeat mimicking mine
but namely your eyes and their ocean,
i would willing drown every time