I was looking into your mouth not your eyes
As you got closer to whisper ‘nothings’ to my face
For a second, I wanted to kiss your thick dark lips-
Yet when I considered the consequences
I stepped backwards
But, the wall stopped me from behind
Suddenly the other eyes became too real
All the voices as solid as the pieces of furniture
Pressing hard on my chest
I couldn’t take a single breath,
You could snatch me anytime, if you want
That's what you've said many times before
Maybe, you are right- but,
Maybe it is I that has 'snatched' THEE first...
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