Fluttering in and out of "like" , or "this & that", f'alling softly with the gracefulness of solidified steel, wishing for the molten touch of your lips against mine once more. Sweet baby kisses on the nape of your bronze neck while you slowly slip into delicious sleep; sleep well deseved. Sleep entitled to no one other than you at this very moment, for nothing more than "love" well done.
With guarded heart, dark shadows creep into every corner, clouding my open skies of confidence and yet I reach out and touch the fire that my momma told me would burn, if I got too close. Too close is a chance, a leap, a band-aid on the arm of life, when pulled, leaves me with excurciating pain (even if temporary). Nonetheless, I roll the dice/step back...4-maybe 5 steps, to get a good running start...towards you. Eyes closed lips parted, arms outstretched up, to the heavens and to you.
Trust not easily found, constant eyebrows raised, warning signs shouted from here & there, my hand across their lips..."don't spoil the wine, before I taste the dessert." Sweetness on my tongue, licked from finger tips and dipped again in our essence. Over and over again until daylight steals all that I hoped a moment would be and tips me back into reality and away from You. us. we.