Don’t Stop

Don’t stop.  

Keep making my heart  

flutter like you do, 

palmers’ kiss on the 

soft skin between my fingers.  

There is a desperate love in  

my eyes, 

a separate intuition waring  

the gentle dial of my 

soul.  

And still -  

you keep curling beneath 

all my thoughts, 

glancing an entirely 

chastised solitude in 

the crook of your arm.  

There is so much to say 

and so little space, 

words trickling between my lips 

like mercury.  

Hold me again - 

once more for the 

memories, 

touch me like you did 

because every tap was 

a miracle.  

Do you not see me? 

Underneath the stars  

with only the moon to 

witness our waltz.  

We two-step and 

speak not, 

catching sight across 

the ballroom 

blinded by chandeliers.  

It is your courtesy that introduces 

you to me, 

our falsified image before 

the crowds.  

If only we could take that 

Romance and 

play it as a harp: 

plucking the strings to 

Divinity.