I am not sure why but it seems I cannot rid the image from My mind of your Hands tracing endless secrets Into her legs Or the way the freckle above your lip Disappears as you smile
I look at you and I see A thousand words scrawled Across your body
A thousand messages I want to Spend my days deciphering And my nights absorbing
I look at you and I see the moon But I am dark too And there are not two moons