a soft red glow
from these cheap blown
glass bulb covers
kisses gently across your face
as you look at me,
and I am so lost…
in your dark eyes.
our fingers interlocked,
much like my intentions of tasting
the sweetness I know your lips posses
and here I don’t want
to be found.
gray noise fades in the background
as I pin your hands
on the sheets of my bed;
and you look into my eyes and smile.

butterflies…

as you run your fingers
through my hair,
and I’m falling,
hoping this will happen in slow motion;
a time lapsed explosion
of sparks.

And now gravity pulls me down soft
like I’m the last leaf of autumn,
straight into a collision
of our lips.