Lips

The way your lashes tickles my fraglie cheek bones
Sends butterflies to my stomach and up into my heart.
Your small nervous giggle,
A sign I'm touching a nerve;
A nerve that makes every dream connect together.
Those days of looking at the sky and seeing us.
Us tickling in the sands of Galveston.
Kissing under the Purple People bridge during the WEBN Labor Day fireworks.
Laying in a hemp of suitcases and carry-ons at Hobby airport.
Finding lips under the mountains of tissues during The Notebook.
Knowing Chase Coy said it best about Ohio.
Knowing even the gangs and thugs of Houston couldnt scare us.
Lacing fingers with fingers and hair,
Breathing in the aroma we've only known from cheap magazine samples,
Only 30 times as sweet.
The spark between us could set the world on fire.
The feelings are too strong to be put in all the laungages combined to describe it.
Blowing over full tanned lips from a pale pink pursed pair.
Whispering 'I love you, darling',
Closing contracting irises,
Slowly, our lips react to the tention.
The feeling,
Of distanced lips.
Coming together after 4 years of seperation.
Every endearment has meaning now.
When I kiss those lips.