Crush

Your hand caresses my cheek Like the flame of a match lighting a wick. The string burns through every vein Then, explosions barricade the thick Shorelines of my blood. Although they are anchored, I know There is a gleam In my eyes; It’s from the spark, the steam Igniting between our flood. I feel a tickle From the shadow of unshaved furs, Like no razor would dare tackle The bushels and spurs On your face. Your lips inch with mine Eagerly and flutter Like the soft, sweet, And subtle butterfly patter Of a camouflaged surface. Your hands venture on And tangle in locks of my hair. We suffocate in seas of passion Before we finally reach for air; Friends don’t let friends drown.