By john
Date: 31 October 2000

funny thing

Your fingertips touch mine and I can feel pain 
Lips brush mine so softy a snowflake would move and eddy in their wake
Eyes look into mine so I cannot breath at all
I cannot breath but, your eyes are flecked with fire
Watch your lips move as you whisper, soft, beautiful
Little flower.
Dance with you until time gives up and goes away
Close enough that only molecules lie between us
We have nowhere else to go, but this small room will do
Because it could be anywhere, but that its here with you,
Makes this small room my universe.
The funny thing is, I may spend my whole life waiting
Not for beauty, but for love.