Her Move

 

 

There is a way she moves that makes my heart beat faster

There is a way he writers that makes my breath catch

Her eyes, her lips, her legs

            pale glistening skin

His eyes, his lips, his hands

            dark sun kissed tones

Drifting in a world of lies

Floating in a place of dreams

In her there is the possibility

            of warm nights, deep kisses, commonality

In him there is the chance

            of flowing, comforting hands, creation

There is a way she moves that makes my heart beat faster

There is a way he writers that makes my breath catch

Chance, Possibility, Dreams, Lies

            Emotional spiral in colors

Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love

            Paints stains in words

Her eyes, her lips, her legs

            pale glistening skin

His eyes, his lips, his hands

            dark sun kissed tones

Creating thoughts, unsure

that – this impossible love

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:??AM Thu 04/24/08 NM Forced thought, ok, brain numb, tired (Written, New Word)