The lit fuse of her lips touching off
A din in the black powdery night:
Illumined and immolated am I.

I want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my LIPS.

LET THE INK HIT THE GROUND.

I Want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my BREATH.

LET THE INK HIT THE GROUND.

I Want to write POEMS on your SKIN with my SKIN.

LET THE INK HIT THE GROUND.

Let's let the world flow away
in the breeze of evening day
Singing at the top of our lungs
Shuffling through fields and crumbling stones

This love  
A touch in the bittersweet air
Forever remembering
the feel of your lips on mine
No matter the time

side by side
books on the slide
a great time to hide
an afternoon not that mild
but thoughts run wild
hands ready to touch
lips too wet to vouch
how our connection reacts
how great the impact
the affection
the attraction
my skin
your hands
why can't you say
tell me now
tell me how
tell me
yell
WE

xoxo