To Tell Her

Skipping fear

Beating heart-valves into shields

But shields prevent

Her lips' warmth a magnet

Forced calm, forced pretence of cool

The Holy Grail of her eyes

My lips control the flow of words

Poured-out confessions

Her eyes, my God her eyes!

Why can't I focus on her breasts,

Her rear-end, her legs?

I'm awash with yearning.

Hands, skin so soft, mouth so tender.

And her eyes, I don't know if

I mentioned those?...  

I've told her that I liked her

I'll tell her again, Tuesday.

I'll tell her again in a month or two

If the world lasts that long.

It's important that she knows