Friday, September 9, 2011


The stillness of that memory,
The stillness of that moment
 I wrap it around myself
and let go
The hop and skip in steps
 of my heart
The warmth of your lips against mine,
And then not.
And the ensuing longing.
The bated breath-
As heavy as it gets.
Shatters like a glass-
The stillness.
Your moist breath on my face.
The Anticipation.
The growing proximity.
The expectation.
More Moisture, less silence.
The inhibition dies somewhere in the corner.
I Lean in
And  kiss.

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