To You 2 (More)
coral-colored
sweet lips
pursed
(if i could just once
rest my lips against
that sweetness
i would die happy)
mouthing
words i love to hear
blue eyes sparkling
hidden behind
streaked
soft hair
(i’ve never touched it
though i wish i could
run my fingers
through and through it)
shaken down to cover lens
you never hide behind
from me
and caressable skin
(through that might not be a word)
to the touch so malleable
so warm under my fingers
(to fully run my hands across
said skin
i’m afraid
will happen only in my dreams)
and a mind
so sharp in contrast
that what it produces
what words
tumble out of those
sweet lips
sometimes stun me
into silence.
i am infatuated
in love
with her whole being
her quirks
her humor
the looks she sends my way
eyebrows raised
hair flying as she shakes her head
for me
at me
but never
against me
oh i wish
the things that i wish
that i could do to this
lovely
wonderful
beautiful
girl
who is
in love with me too.
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