the tango
a small flutter of wings is the whisper under my soul
hidden under my ribs
and moving through my bones,
love moves inside of me
warming my blood
and ending under my fingertips
sliding against your skin
whenever we touch
fingers gliding close to your heart
to feel your pulse
and to slowly reach your lips,
I fall into you
and taste you on my tongue,
your mouth tastes of berries
and your skin of salt
your heartbeats
tick like seconds and mark my time,
that hot breath that you leave on my neck
the feel of your hands on my back,
arms holding me closer
until I lose my breath
head spinning
mind at its last
coherent thoughts lost
logic put to its rest
body against body
builds friction that speaks
it speaks of you and me
of me and you
with a small flutter of wings
like a low whisper
just before the explosion
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqgArRZouZg
