His casual gaze,
laser beam through my core.
Thrilling chill.
His tousled hair, scruffy jaw,
tight knot in my stomach.
Alarming warmth.
Your pianist's fingers,
bright eyes,
hardly a hair out of place.
. . .
Why then, when I look at them,
can I think only
of you?
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 2:14 AM UTC
His casual gaze,
laser beam through my core.
Thrilling chill.
His tousled hair, scruffy jaw,
tight knot in my stomach.
Alarming warmth.
Your pianist's fingers,
bright eyes,
hardly a hair out of place.
. . .
Why then, when I look at them,
can I think only
of you?