.
making little sense,
my emotions
swirl and dance.
it's too little
for precautions
too late for
a second chance

i can't admit
what i'm thinking
or what i feel for you.
i'd love you to know
how hard it is
for me to resist
touching you.

i'd love to tell you that
instead of this pretending,
i want to wrap my legs
hard around you and
caress every inch of you
and collapse sometime
after the light of dawn

breathless and exhausted,
silently intertwined
and frozen in time
listening to the meaningless
melody of birds
chirping about trite reality
and responsibility