Sunday, May 16, 2010

moving forward

Your scent in the stairwell
Only lends itself to the image
Of darting across the bedroom
Finally dismaying inhibition
And giving you a taste
Of what I actually feel.

And where is God
When his text tells me
That your skin is forbidden
But the heart he has set in place
Not only fights against inaction
But anticipates reaction

What significance has it
What defense can I possibly harbor
Against an inherent program
That tells me to love you
Despite logic or reason
Screaming at me to flee

The night descends like a sea
Giving way to an intimate mist
Warm like a tender moment
Potent as the sharpest drink
And I am far beyond the point
Where I could have told it no.

As the music and the city
Roar eagerly in the background
My lips will find yours
And many other places
As I anticipate your reaction
And the program rages on.

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