touch touch touch
holding me tightly, kiss
Look at me
a pause, a stare, "bright eyes"
passion in a moment where time
dancing, counting, feeling
fingers interlace in a frenzy
nervous, exposed, excited to see
a moment of silence as we bear witness
delicately handled, a rose
thorns that do not harm this love
unfamiliar and unprepared
opens himself to a stranger
who in turn
opens herself to him.
vulnerable and fragile
cradled in his arms after much unkindness
Someone please tell me that what I'm feeling is not LOVE
so I can promptly tell you to go kill yourself...