I want to drip the respect I have for you from my
fingertips
all over your generous soul
I want to crave you like
the amour that rides deep in the morning tidal wave
with its salt that stings my eyes, and its
rapture that cleanses me whole
I have potentially been persecuted
by so many theives who trespassed my mind
and tried to steal me

they tried to take me from me
and leave me with nothing
give me something I could only touch
nothing my heart could feed off of and play with

and now I dance with the emotions
that invoke your tender thoughts
I press my smile against yours
I smell you
I tangle myself in your fingers and sway
my shoulders to the winds of your
relieving sighs