Skin
Right below where you hair ends is mine
telling me it needs a kiss
at the most inopportune times
Time can’t control the force of your body
pulling me towards you
I breathe through your hair
Smell the sweetness of your body
Removing the serious look from your brow
Lips barring an inhibited smile
Your little hands extend
heels shuffle
A millisecond slices
concentration
so sharply
focus fails
Words flash behind blinking eyelids
burning to describe the shapes you sculpt
I cast butterfly nets to capture words
My humble gifts to you
anything to let my lips return to your neck
