Jagged Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I told her lips,
Before the next second came as quickly as it rushed,
That I'd wear them as my reflection,
The very reason I'd live for,
Who the hell cares, as I long to be the reason they breathe,
I couldn't see myself in another way, Than the reflection that stares back at her,
With every touch,
Every sigh,
The very sound of her voice,
Whether high, whether low,
That I'd follow where ever she'd go,
I grew insecure,
The nervousness that grows with time as she fastly approached,
The next few moments became enemy, tiny green army men, with a mind of their own,
Disguarding the packing slip from which they came,
Anxious to taste the breath that breezes past in the glimpse of an eye, catering to all it touches,
The wind,
Losing itself, wildly,
your lips became it's purpose,
it saught more than a passing glance, inviting itself to rest upon them for seconds longer,
Tracing the wrinkles that caressed your bottom lip,
It taunted me, the wind, knowing the pleasure of the slightest touch,
Knowing the depth desire held over my head,
I became drunk, with the passing thought,
Lost in the illusions in my head,
Forgetting the breeze that shortly passed,
I thought of her lips as the sea,
Crashing into my thoughts as the jagged rocks sitting along the shore,
I thought of her lips as the rain,
Constant beads of water,
That spread as a flood,
I lost myself in the urgency that appeared,
I found it Funny,
As The next second came as fast as the tide of her lips,
Interchanging as each moment eclipsed the other,
Tongue's crashed against each other,
Becoming the pebbles washed away from the jagged shore,
Our lips filled the space where words could no longer fill,
Our eyes closed,
I was no longer myself,
No longer was she,
The seconds passed like drops of rain,
Overflowing into something greater,
The taste of her lips,