Dizzy, I lean, two
Hands interlocking, one in your hair
One on my waist, pulling into an
Embrace, and I’m not used to it

This closeness, that is
The ultimate intimacy, needing
No words and which no words
Could ever describe

So eloquently as the way you
Say my name before
Your lips touch my forehead, my cheeks,
My -

I dissolve, fearing disappearing
Altogether. The sugar in a teacup