Front Row

During the silent film, we wrap into each other like twisted licorice. I can feel your breath- inhaling exhaling. I spin around and ask 'is forever enough' while your jet black eyelashes strum the greatest love song against my cheek. I share the taste of pink lemonade- your mouth on mine playing tag with lips- my taste buds e x p l o d e in ****** as you feel me up in gum drop dreams. I tuck clouds of falling hair behind your ear and swear to eternal sleep in those arms that protect me from the rain. to the dark you sing a song and I am memorizing the notes that drift lower and lower- resting in the unknown that you call your favorite. I want to press every bit of my skin into you- telling how you make me dizzy when you put those sugar coated lips to mine. can I tell you how much I miss you every time I blink? before the previews are over, I'll strip myself and skinny-dip in all those words you'll never have to say.