Tuesday, May 11, 2010

It Never Stops

my laughter
you catch
it lingers
resonates

my legs
I cross
uncross
re-cross

my hair
I flip
graceful fingers
twirl

my movements
fluid
my breaths
exaggerated

innocent
yet calculated
deliberate
impulsive

mutual
expected
anticipated
perfected

years later
I love it
you want it
consciously subliminal...

flirting.