If I gave you the chance to find me in the night
Would you follow?
Listen closely for the sound of footfalls
Or the swish of a coat and jeans
Would your senses lead you to me?
Smell my perfume
Hear my breathing, short and quick
See me in the tree, watching you
Carefully
Running from you
Would you still find me?
Dark eyes on pale skin as you pull me to you
Caress my cheek and whisper words
Hold my hand and tell me that you need me
Say my name like it's everything to you
Would you love me then?
Palm up, facing a palm down
Close enough to touch
Yet miles apart
As the energy flows
Between outstretched fingers
Feel the heat in that slice of space
Moving ever closer
Like dancers on a pavane
A tiny brush of skin
Soft and smooth
Each palm looking onward
Radiating desire with every motion
Saying nothing
And everything all at once
Handclasp
So simple
Such a smell gesture
That betrays so much
There is no rhyme or reason
Form is flawed and grammar treason
Sonnets crumble
Stanzas tumble
As the words fall to the page
Fighting in each others rage
A war for placement and position
Where "mystery" would battle "kitten"
Lines are not to be considered
As 'cross the virgin field they skitter
Some will rise to written glory
Others fall for later stories
Locked inside a vault of red
Kept within a maelstrom head
Peeping out from calm green eyes
Wishing they could have the prize
Waiting for the sweetest sin
The chance to fall and fight again