My Confessions

my skin melts when you touch me
and i feel your eyes with purpose on my heart
can't we say this outloud
do we dare say?

it's all too complicated
but so simple in your arms
please tell me something
say something to me

if only i could help you to understand
who i am here
if only you could help me to understand
who you are there

can we not be one in the same?

intense
confusing
connected
eager
hungry
sweet
sensual
teetering on the precipice

but i can't say everything i need you to hear...
afraid you won't hear it? no
but that you won't receive it the way that i want you to
and what are we waiting for but change
change in this and that
underneath the season of change, though
we are

foundational constructs to be defined are limiting us now...
because the page numbers are smeared
the lines aren't clear
the colors are bleeding into each other
but we continue
do we?
we are