Thursday, April 8, 2010
There’s a sharp intake of breath when I see that you are there.
I try to keep my eyes avoiding yours.
I can’t be caught looking at you.
Your supple lips set just right.
Your chiseled jaw and those eyes,
those eyes you could just evaporate in.
If our eyes meet, will others know or begin to speculate?
Will they see the familiarity there?
Or will they just assume we have an affable friendship?
We have crossed a line.
A line that, like watercolors became faint and blurred.
The colors muted and melded to create something unrecognizable.
Something that once could have been a line, but is no more.
The kiss did it.
The kiss that was so full of passion,
so verboten and rife with pleasure.
I crushed under you with my hands entangled in your mane.
My back against the wall.
The wall so hard and ungiving, unlike you.
Breathless, upon its completion,
not realizing that a kiss could once again make me feel so much.
And yet, here we are, pretending to be virtual strangers.
I have shared your breath and tasted your blood.
And yet, here we are…