La Coeur

Ton coeur bat de plus belle
alors - que tes yeux sont sur moi

slipping into flawless intimacy,
adrenaline, my friend
neurotransmitters and neurons tangled in a delicate and nervous nervous system
and the precipice were carelessly dangling our limbs off and inching our feet towards the edge carefully
is synthesized into euphoria
and transposed into a harmonic chord

tracing the flesh of your hips
with my fingertips
        my lips
  muscle memory

 - you are
paperback books
the color blue -
a strong hand
closed eyes -
lids and lashes
a deep sigh -
a gentle touch

 tunnel vision blur
 discovering pure freedom in the blindness
 for seeing everything within:
  your eyes are a window
   with window panes
    & pain
   with shutters
    & shudders
   with curtains
    & sweeping lashes
   with reflections
    & reflection

your hand found mine
    at a very funny time
gestures freeze
and shared breaths get drawn in quickly
       as if they are fleeting
       as if they are numbered
       as if they could be easily lost
  if not held on to

a rooftop dance
city smog has hidden the stars
and the twinkling city lights
    are a poor excuse
    - but will suffice
for they reflect in the pool of your eyes
   & your eyes reflect in mine
and as a breeze dances across my skin
 I am more than satisfied

calculated motions
ebb and flow
dans ma coeur
 thinking:
 this is only the beginning
 thinking:
 ce qui ne peut vous me dire, moi chérie?