a million times my lips part
I take in a deep breath
and my eyes flutter shut
I feel you under my palms
your heartbeat
your hair
your velvet skin
and my tongue rises
against my dry lips
again I take a breath
hold it
hold it
hold it
think of the consequence
think of the exposure
think of the vunerability
think of the very weight of it
and my breath tumbles between lips
already dry again from waiting
for those life-giving words
to come drifting past
left breathless once again
my palms cease to move
and all I can think is
I've failed all over again
I feel you pressed against me
hold you
hold you
hold you
think of the consequence
think of all I might miss
think of the very weight of it
and what glory it might bring
so my lips part
and I take a deep breath....