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.
Copyright © Joyelle Osburn | Year Posted 2009
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