your lips were
as soft as mine
every time
we touched
there were
fireworks
between us
enough for beauty
too little for danger

i swear
i could stare
as long as you did
but you were
unique
so i stopped

your hands
warm in winter
cold in summer
watching movies
time flying
id sleep
when you were
distracted

sometimes
i wouldnt know
right from wrong
yes or no
but i rely
on instinct
only

its all a matter of
*****-innocent love
but
was it love
or imagination

what does a pulse prove
in the spirit of the moment
why
were you
the only one
and why
did i still feel
alone?