2:54 am / Monday, Mar. 09, 2009
I've started praying for red lights,
so I can lean over and you'll kiss me--
the way only you know how.
And I abandon all of my doubts when you
open your mouth and let
your heart leak out.
You explode on my pages--
You rumble like my shaking hands,
and I want to hold you closer than my own skin can stand.
You're better than any god could have planned.