Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Untied




When she lets her hair down
I can't speak
All I can do
is watch as it falls
heady and the world moves slowly
I catch my breath
and feel both
disappointed that
it hides her neck and shoulders
and awestruck as if a flower
grew of its own accord
in my direction
I wonder what her eyes say
then I forget
and just memorize
I stare at her lips
and I wonder again
if she is sexual
There is far too much
space between us
She should move to my lap
kiss me between words
ramble as my lips
feel the softness of her neck
as I breathe in her fragrance
burn with her fire
I am not a gentleman
I want her too much for chivalry
come here
let your body talk to me