two hearts

I want your lips falling softly in the hollows of my skin
tasting each imperfection
I want your fingertips carressing
pulling music from my lips
until your name is a note that goes on and on
gaining bravado
with each inhaled breath

I want to listen to your whispered words
reminding me to breath
mixing English
softly whispered French
until each lovely syllable  
is a seductive torrent

and our sighs
mingle softly
and we crash into reality
and catch eachother with open arms
and lie quietly listening to the beating
of two hearts