Sneak
How do you stop the tide of thoughts --the ebb and flow of tangled froth?
I lose my self
.....in the sweep of your lashes.....
.....in the curves of your lips.....
My sight is drowning me.
Soon senses stutter
allowing adrenaline achievement
My mind is tripping over my love
bouncing
skipping
a flat pebble
pouncing, dancing
over mirrored water;
a catterpillar lifting wings to sky
I cannot stop the tide.
Where did you come from
to sneak so sneakily upon me?
Reading, reminscing, 'rithmeticking my bills
solace-finding, soft-reclining solitude
I enjoyed it in my dark, candle-lit room
and hung my mantra
("No love solicitation please!")
on my door.
You have come as the tide;
using my senses to drown me,
Using my longings against me.
My skin perspires in shock --
this body knows yours!
Though sight has never laid eyes on you.
Why do you come now with tender expressions,
and lips sensuously cruel?
Beckoning me away from my haven --
"It is beautiful outside,"
you whisper against my cheek,
opening the door.
And my heart believes you,
Even as my eyes turn to seek the sun
in your arms.
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