Finding that perfect seashell on a cloudy day
Wishing for the rain to come
Wandering the streets and watching you take in the sights
Having a cup or 2 waiting to see what she’ll do
Hanging on the moments wandering if I’m going to be next
Pouring the water into your mouth ,I find myself following those stray drops running down your breast
I miss hanging out with you
Waiting to see where it leads, what street we wander to
What place will we be
It’s a certain type of look that gets me
It’s you looking at me
Sarcasm and disgust dripping from the corner of a curious smile
Those eyes
feelings we can’t explain
chemicals attracting, magnetizing, sending smoke signals and misreading signs
A sexual feeling that’s understood, one that translates
No need for words.
The recoil followed by confusion and complicated ideas
internal warning systems disabled, no match for this feeling thats taken me
The fear and desperation
another glance
Reassurance that it’s not just me
Stuck in the moment
Where the fantasy begins
Our lives in the flash of an eye
The isle, the nights of entanglement, the magic
It’s all just bullshit
The passion forming in the space between, losing ground, it’s closing in on us
It’s only just begun
Its exhilarating, mixing feelings of euphoria with utter despair
I can see it all in the way you move, the nervousness telling me you’re lost and looking.
Looking for me
The one
All our damage and toxicity dancing together and making plans, telling secrets that will never be revealed
The future and the past falling away for this moment while I’m caught in your gaze unable to breathe
Unable to see all the things I know are there, the darkness, the predictable nightmare.
All reason is lost, nothing else matters, caught up in this infatuation, paralyzed by your presence
Looking at me
Telling me that I’m worthy, that I have what you need
That I matter
A possible lifetime of tragedy starting with a glance in the flash of an eye
But nothing else matters
