It was like language meant nothing.
All we saw was each other.
Eaten up by other emotions too intoxicating to mention.
I wiped my fears against the blue of my jeans.
The white of my t-shirt is where my tears fell.
Hopefully you won't notice the stains as I brush my palms against the silk of your face, inhale your scent, run my fingers through your hair or threaten to drown myself in the depth of your eyes.
You will wrap your arms around me, engulf my senses and try to swallow my soul.
