When is enough actually enough? |
Dropped what I was doing Watched it tumble to the tile floor under my feet If I was falling Would you try to catch me Or let eyes cast smoky gazes At lips, and shoulders and strong hands Appraising other porcelain parts Before their inevitable crash at your feet Isn’t that how it all ended up A supplicant on his knees Bowed head and bowed mind But up cast eyes, admiring your presence Would it be wrong if I did admire For what is a woman if not the most important idea of admiration Ideals of perfection finding their home in the curve of hips And the playing of hair over sumptuous skin The line is blurred between fascination and attraction Leading smiles to mean more than they should Lending touch more import than it has Leaving my mind beguiled and bewitched and behind to try to separate the two Positively perplexing the spirit that has dampened itself in obeisance But it’s my own fault for letting it happen again A smile and a pair of eyes have consecrated my emotional upheaval once more Affectations of affection on both sides, enumerable mistakes When we meet again, will we share silly grins and pull each other close But you must know this Once is asking And twice is begging… |