Sketching
In the margins
Unable to justify
The sensual curve
Of your lower lip
Pen to mouth
I find my own lips
Agape
And longing for yours
An Agony
Of unknowns….
The feel of your olive cheeks
To my fingertips
The sweep of your hair
Against my bare skin
The way your body shutters
As it falls to sleep
I so unable to concede
to never knowing these simple extascies
My pen so unwilling
To stay inside the lines
Continue my routines
As if my life was never interupted
By its brief incounter
With yours
Too wet
Is the stain
Of your eyes upon me
The final lingering look you gave
At an opportune moment
Uncovering in my expression
Every notion of frustration and passion
I felt for you
Vulnarable. Restrained. Longing.
Eager to hear all of your philosophies
and convictions
To expose and caress you
To uncover the reasons
for our instantanious comfort
in each other’s presence
You’ve awaken the girl in me
Who still believes
In love at first sight
and unconsciously draws the lips
Of her love
In the margins.
