Your words are wisps of babies breath,
gliding across my peach colored cheeks.
The wind creates a tunnel of lust around us,
It makes me weak.
Your pupils expanding like the universe,
your touch is a sullen river I dare not traverse.
When I see you there is silence.
The breaking of a curse.
Feet stomping on the earth,
frogs croaking as though they hurt.
A still blue lake, one sparkling star.
I’ll wear our experience on my sleeve like a beautiful scar.
The bird aimlessly glides,
my heart curiously hides.
That love was not one to be approached with glorious strides.