Five years ago, I was thinking
like a kid, and you were thinking
like I am now, letting instinct
guide what reason couldn't judge.

Twelve months ago, you were pushing
for an answer; I was scared,
and far too stubborn to reply.

I kept you guessing, made you think 
and pushed you back behind the curtain
you had opened for a moment.

Ten minutes ago, I understood
why you were frightened, by the way
I made my contradictions plain. And now

I watch your eyes as you are
telling me a secret, flicking back
through pages of the past I've never seen.

I can tell, between the kisses,
you've been listening to my breathing,
holding yours and leaving me to
search the air for what I can't tease
out of you.

Through my guesswork, you can
feel me losing poise, and concentration.
'cause the scent of you
catches in my ribcage.

Your words grow fingers,
that slide over skin, beneath
a tight-fit shirt, and through
holes that my soul forgot to mention.

And we taste each other's lips
like wine, sampling this alchemy
of bated breath, and whispered words.