Pausing,

turning to see you smile,
my face flush with thoughts
of moments not experienced.
I chastise myself for envisioning
an instant with you,
unable to stop thoughts
that play freely in my mind.
Tickling and tugging at me,
starting fires with matches
that should not be lit,
fires so hot that we melt
deep into each other.

December 28, 2011

4 thoughts on “Pausing,

  1. I love the lines “Tickling and tugging at me, starting fires with matches” You've painted a beautiful picture with words here.

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