You Know who you are.

Transfixed with your embrace
Mental stablilitys unwinding down to a breeze
Watching with wide eyes
As the wind frisks away our fears
Leaving us a tangled rope of tension and misguided emotions
Weeding through our memories, plucking juvinile thinking to replant seeds of knowledge
That will eventually die down and wither
Embarrassed friction as our hands touch eachothers
To replace the heat and intensity with a fragile kiss
A girl of glass, and her shelf of a boy
A whispering song of the soul
She holds him close to her heart
Lets his presence penetrate her being
And it fills the air with the sweet smell of hickory
No other windows in the room
They only need the four on their faces
To look into eachothers windows
Finding their reflection
She feels his heart beating
but cannot place her own
And though she wants him so bad
This girl of glass is becoming stone.