that look in your eyes- i can feel it when i close myne.
i can feel your lips lingering on myne
in the nights when i'm alone- and i don't know how to explain-
how to begin- how to say your name without blushing-
without feeling like everyone already knows about this-
and we're the last to know.
i don't know how to say it but i already know you-
like my fingerprint that's so hard to read
but i know what it feels like- i know the softness
and the creation of it with pressure- i know you.
and yet i'm so timid of the idea. of the fingerprint
being left and open and offered up to the world- the world
that already is smiling and teasing.
silliness
is in the eye of the lover and i'm tired of pretending and protesting-
lets just open that door- swallow that worm-
the stomach acid will kill it for sure.
-a.
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