Scrapbook #9

You and I haven’t spoken out loud in a while

We haven’t touched

Haven’t danced

Or mused


So when I enter the room

Glance your way

Come closer



The pleasure nearly sends me crumbling to the floor



You’ve always been so good at following my lead,  leaving me alone when I pull away. 

But sometimes I really wish you wouldn’t. 

Come closer

I hold my stomach to keep myself from falling apart.

I might be here but my heart is there, with you.

And I’m afraid the gravity of your love is ripping me to pieces.

My mind keeps my feet planted but I feel the pull

My heart, miles away, summons me.

It plays my song…

You’re my Clair de Lune.