0084 Lost [10 September 1997]

I am at a loss,
No words come to my lips.
And here I stand,
Lost in your eyes.

Pools of molten color
Steal into my soul.
Heating my body,
As they thrust ever deeper.

My knees grow weak,
As your lips touch mine.
As your breath
Mingles with mine.

How are you able to do this?
How is it I melt at your touch?
For it must surely be magic,
No other thing can cause this.

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Karaoke singer. Love cats and baseball.
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