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.
