You ran your fingers along my body
Like I was a violin and you
Were the bow,
Gently swaying me from side to side
With the passion of your movements.I have a revolver in the shape of my lips
It's aimed at the center of yours
Your smile makes my fingers dance
On the trigger of my heart
I take it in stride,
I take it all slow,
My fingers pull it back
I'm waiting to know.Why the air feels so thin
Why I want to kiss you again
Why my worries melt away
Like a lit candle
As we sit in the room of glass
Touching our fingers together
Like the clasp of our necklaces
Never broken
Always known,
Never broken
Always known
Never shattered
Always whole
Never broken
Always known.
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floral arrangements
PoetryPoems on love, hate, and life. Copyright Iris Bartholomew, 2017