Steps Poem by Jamie Iain Genovese

On
the steps of a far-away church,
I feel my stomach in a lurch,
Your eyes leveled my nerve
Your back nestled in my chest
My hand resting over a curve
My soul at peace, at rest

Breaths are shallow and stares are deep
Coldness slowly begins to seep
Eyelids glowing to open and close
As I look from your head, down your nose
We start to be tempted by the night to sleep
And the last sound I heard before sleep came for me
Was the sound of you, crunching a tea biscuit
And with every chew, my mind became a bit more distant
And it was then that I knew, my hear was closer
In less than an instant.