Crush

Baby, light me up

Like a cigarette between your lips

Fresh cool like James Dean,

Too cool for me, always have been.

Serious thoughts in your eyes

Hard like the wire of your limbs,

If I could run my fingers 

Down your spine,

Would you tremble?

Vlnerability soars,

And that's not usual,

But I'll be fine,

We'll wait some months

I can still hope 

To see you smile, and have you

Press those lips on mine.