counting.
poems.
you talked to me,
counted down
three, two, one
and placed your mouth on my lips
one
two
three
and my world stopped spinning
it was one step you made
to touch a place
I didn't know exist
it was one step of you
that made us dancing
and still
you're turning me around
from the up and the down,
to the left and the right
I still hear you count
when I need you by my side
three, two, one
and time moved
like raindrops
on a cloudy window
and
time stopped
like my breath
right now
cause my heart skips like
the beat of your music
and my blood runs like
your fear of being loved
and still
you're counting and counting,
screaming and shouting,
you kiss and you rip,
you smoke, take a sip
of dreadful wishes
and still
you're all my body craves for
when my skin needs to be touched
cause you can dance with my body,
take steps with my body
into places
I don't want to be alone
on times like this
so you talked, talked, talked to me,
have taken, took, take all of me
and I love it so much
so please count
three, two, one
and kiss me
like all of the other times never happened
kiss me with your lips,
cause nothing else fits
so perfectly
when it's placed on my mouth,
they taste better than
any cheery on this earth
-and you know
how much I love them
now
at the end of all
I am counting down
from ten to,
then to now
Happy New Year
but
why don't you kiss me now?