it's friday

you've got that wicked smile

which rubs me raw and tender.

and you always lean down when i talk to you.

as if to hear more clearly,

but maybe to hide your eyes.

those wild blue eyes.

those wild blue eyes echoing my face.

don't look too close.

or we may drown.

so thank you for turning away.

we've got to learn how to swim first,

but someday we might be ready to talk.

face

to

face.

for now, just turn your face and your eyes away.

and promise me

that you'll be there

when i've gotten used to the ocean.

♥

xoxo