Friday, November 14, 2008

I don't write poems... this is not a poem... these are just words before I fell asleep...

Over this loud music,
I can't hear you too well,
you have to repeat youself

So you lean close
and
your scent...
is
Intoxicating.
Not like the drinks,
or the shots we had,
those... just went to my head.
This,
This has gone somewhere else.
I've NEVER
been this drunk.

You lean closer
but don't say anything...
and what you don't say
speaks volumes
Your lips talk to me
you brush your nose past mine
teasing
talking.
and I'm...
Speechless.

I'm NEVER speechless.

But I can't remember lips this soft
Can't remember another mouth
Ever
speaking to me like this.

You rest your head against mine
And I can't hear the loud music anymore
I'm listening,
But I can only hear you.

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