your mouth has said you are done with love
but your lips tell another story -
the way you cradle my face in your hands to kiss me, the way your tongue dances on mine,
the shiver that goes downs my spine every.....single....time you kiss me... its been over year and I wait for your touch to become mundane but it never does
your voice says you misspoke - you didn't mean to say 'I love you'
I know that sometimes 'I love you' sounds like "how are you? have you eaten today? did you get home okay?"
and other times "I should have been there for you".. "I'm sorry you had to go through that alone."
I drink you in - your kiss, your touch, your smell...... I inhale you as I need to breathe oxygen
Your laugh, your words, like food and air to me....
I never want this to end.... caught between day and night, like a fish in love with a bird.... where would they live? perhaps only in their dreams