Thursday, March 6, 2008


Smiles turn to a glance and those linger longer
A stare caught on purpose and a smile once again
Stares become a brush
The brush turns into a touch
A touch turns to a nudge
Purposefully accidental
Unconcerning whispers
Glazing skin to skin
Inches away and you turn to face me
Locked. Tight. Soft. Glide. Sighs. Hopes.

No comments: