so i held her.

"and later?"
she shook her head, as if to say "dont prolong this, you know i have to go."
so i stopped, i didnt tell her all i wanted to say.
all? i didnt say any of it.
ive never been that good with spoken words anyway.

so i held her.
listened to her breathing, caressed her hair,
memorized her skin, looked into her big blue-green-beautiful eyes.


"kiss?"
she shook her head.
looking straight at me, holding eye contact. waiting for a response.
i guess the only thing she could see on my face was surprise.
maybe shock, but thatd be exaggerated.
i may not know her well, but i know sometimes she does things without thinking.
i was hoping this was one of them.

so i held her.
watched her fingers slid carefully over my painted skin.
i wondered what she was thinking.


"kiss?!", i implored her bit later.
she shook her head. again.
this time i had to look away, i couldnt stand it.
i didnt want her to read me, they say i have the "you hurt me" look.

so i held her.

fucked if i know

you know, with a single line you could make me yours.
(arent i already?)

what would it mean?
thoughts and feelings commingling
the taste of me on your tongue
the scent of you under my fingernails.
(scared yet?)

theres more.
being broken, crying, joy and wild laughter,
blank stares, anger and punches throw into the air.
stupidity, boredom, passion and drama.

why do you take all things in stride?

yet, i... think youre cool.
(almost, already.)