In a womb red room
Lights flash casting everything in a pink hue
Blinking and seeing my eyelashes extend towards you
Bridges connecting or blades cutting
You never seem to blink
I cup my eyes and you’re framed in my vision
You step into a spot light
And I sigh as rose shadows coat the walls
I lower my hands to my side and brush my fingers against yours
You wait, weighing my reaction
Somehow knowing I want to claim this moment
As my lips fasten on yours, the room turns black
And the light becomes dizzying reflections
My eyes close softly
And your eyes fasten tight
As the light spins on and on
Part of me feels like I could fall and I wouldn’t give a damn about writhing on the floor.
We kiss like breathing is irrelevant
I can feel myself exhale into your mouth and you pulling on the air.
Getting high on kisses or carbon dioxide
We pull apart too soon
But then again anytime would be too soon.
You put your fingers to your mouth as if your miming smoking a cigarette
We got to get out of this bubble
Shake some sense into each other
We are ready to submit to infatuation
And right know I can’t think of a reason not to.
But in the stark light of day I don’t want to be left staring at my own still shadow.
Seeing only my hands gathering up my taunt legs.