Breathing is hard to do
when you are near.
Heat hits my face
as words fumble out of my mouth
hitting staccato on the pavement
as we touch hands.
Our eyes dance around each other
lazily as mouths stretch reminiscent of
a Glasgow smile.
I want you to sweep over me,
the wind on a field of dandelions.
I want to kiss you like
taking a bite of raw mango.
You are lovely to me
And I want to paint every white wall with your color.
Created: Mar 04, 2010LittleWing Document Media