sometimes i feel it
the space between the words
where we look into each other's eyes
wanting to spill those three little words
as thick and sweet as honey
over the curves of our lips
and out into the universe
into the air between our faces
i feel the trip in your breath
like you're about to say it
cause it feels natural
as innate as breathing
but then you remember
and you **** that breath back in
letting the desire settle into your lungs
and all the while
i'm thinking it in my head
saying it to you without making a sound
over and over and over
hoping that if i try hard enough
you'll hear me thinking it
just before i let the words spill out
i remember
and i try to ignore the voice in my head
but though the sweet honey has not yet dripped from our lips
we can still feel it
between kisses
and smiles
and each heart beat
i...
love...
you...