When I Can't Do Anything Else

Sixth Date

I can feel my blood rush
Into my veins, into my heart

I gasp for air, and it was locked tight
In my lungs-- for something to hold on

Sweat glistens as our head tilts
To the left,
To the right,
And to the left again

The quiet anonymity of the static that The forgotten movie in the
Television emits
Gives off a pleasant white noise
To the background,
Lulling us in a trance of psychedelic passion

Hands roaming unexplored territories,
With legs intertwining again and again,
But I want to keep it slow

So I lifted up my head, eyes glazed with an afterglow of torch-lit passion
Lips pinkish and raw from all the careful constancies

I put a restraining but reluctant finger on those equally love-stained lips

And whispered,

I love you

//k.u.