And tentatively, I tell her so, because I am shy
Despite siren songs and half-closed eyes,
early morning light will always be
more romantic and sensuous, and I
tell her so; and she says to me
how I always say things in such a sexy way.
Though sense never chose her, never chose words,
for sex or sensibility, still I yearn to stay
by her fingertips, for her skin – for her.
And love her wit, her scent, her hair
And draw her close, breathe in as much of her as my desperate lungs will – hold
my breath… like the stillness of summer air,
hoping to keep this memory in my heart,
so I will carry her in my heart(I carry it in my heart).
And tentatively, I tell her so,
because I am shy.
And she tells me that I’m not shy at all.