The gentle pressure

feels like nothing else

There are no words for it,

no image that clings in the light for it,

and he knows that it's wrong,

because hearts aren't so easily convinced

of where passion and love lies

His eyes flutter closed,

and his mind is doing whirlwind motions

that he can't keep up with,

and his heart is contracting and expanding

to its own beat,

and it hurts to realize this,

to know that when he pulls back,

he won't see who he thinks he loves,

but rather who he shouldn't love too,

and his breath leaves in a whoosh,

and he feels the coolness of tears

that don't come from him,

but rather the green eyed beauty in front of him.