(Would you let me kiss you,
if I told you it was for art?)

I've dreamt of sneaking a peck to your cheek,
while you sleep / innocent and sweet
but I don't think it'd mean as much,
if you couldn't speak / I wanna look into your eyes,
where you're paralyzed but never in peril,
as I take you by surprise /

then everything dims to the mixed and muted palette
of a sunrise, as our lips finally meet /

anticipating like a geek that I'd stand, with my knees
weak but our embrace grows deep and I feel my power
only increase, tenfold as we go up at least, ten feet /

my right hand between the nape of your neck
and the ends of your hair / noses pressed into flesh
like we've evolved in these moments to no longer need air /
a perfect pair, passion and purity / this blissful dance
signals progression, expression of abandonment
of all the past circumstances and uncertainties,
exile to insecurity /

forgetting every second I spent wondering,
why you were hurting me / that's how I imagine
our first kiss / and sadly, I keep doing it,

over and over again /

We lie in darkness, as I wonder
if you can hear my heart beating the hardest
like it just harnessed the power of 10 moons /
but otherwise, it's silent in this room / and I shudder,
nervous that you can see my thoughts and on cue,
you whisper and ask, "What are you thinking about?" /

And I figure, you gotta know my mind, still orbits you /
as much as I wish for the will to hate you / to face you
and be unaffected / to write you off, for not loving me back /
for casting your spell then trying to take it all back /

yes, you tug at my heart, through screens, in dreams
and here, right in this dark / and like the masochist I am,
I try to play the part of a loyal friend / but my spirit
has grown weary and pieces of me wish
this would all end / but right now, I wanna take you,
embrace you with a force that gives you chills
in your spine like I might break you
but you are fearless /

so pressed and meshed is our flesh, that I'm on the edge,
ready to inhale you / and breathe you out,
floating on this cloud, as we both get high /

I need my touch to tell you everything
that I've been holding back, in reflection and isolation
for so long /

like the hold of every rule and bar and fear
of the unknown, is now gone / all we hold onto,
is us /

there is no distance here, we disappear into each other /

no reservation or resistance here, we are finally free
from inconvenient and obnoxious bondage /
free to yield to the magic we both have seen /
with nothing in between but the beating
of our hearts, in this dark /

did I answer your question?
12:13:14, 9.24 PM