Open

your eyes railed to mine      
like the collide of a train wreck      
becoming intertwined  
and not easy to tare away       
your intentional locked stare     
forces me to exhale      
while your smile has me forgetting,      
all the while, to altogether breathe      
I imagine the tips of your fingers;      
how'd they feel down my throat      
and the heights of intimacy      
I might show you,      
with just my bottom lip      
Not touching you is like pouring kerosene over an open fantasy