Pulsing in my finger
tips, my eyelids.
Drawing out the veins
of my cheeks -
delicate petals basking
in the sun.

Nerves on fire,
screaming a thousand
songs. Words from my
mouth, dangerously flung.
In dancing rhythm my body
strums.  

Your arms, hands, finger
tips. Your eyelids - manage
their way to me.

The fine hair on our cheeks
pass the frenzied
message of our need across.

"Don't leave-Please don't-
leave-leave me-Don't leave -
Please-leave-don't-Please,
please don't leave me."

Mirrored images, melt to
one. I find my way back home.