I'm afraid of the moment our lips touch
the spark that ignites, filling me up
I'm afraid of your touch, lingering on my skin
without thinking I'm moving close
The heat, it might be too much
silencing out the prequel of winter
your air has become my air
your heartbeat fills my ears like a loud drum
banging against every wall
it echoes over and over into my head

but dear, where your lips touch
I dare say, do not break skin
because wounds form,
your essence will sink in
and by then, I fear,
it will be too late.