Why must it be like spring between us?
An accidental brush sings with meaning.
We stare transparent and mutual.
Did I have to frown?
I did not mean it so.
The exit was demure
but I tread so gently
not to discourage you.
Give me more of forbidden.
Let us both believe pretense.
Make a promise to me.
I will not hold you to it.
Let me hear you say it.
Later I can close my eyes,
and remember exactly how
your mouth formed each syllable.
You savored the cup because
it touched my lips.
Wetting your lips and quenching
the wrong thirst.
Corner me.
For the love of precious God,
close the gap!
If you were to to lay one kiss
upon my neck
straightway send me to heaven
I promise that you would
not be far behind.
I can not breathe when you are so near
and my arms are achingly empty.
And I can not bear to look you in the eyes
and see that it is late autumn.