Talk to me

Words are beautiful.

i watch your lips
With small delight.
Their soft curves
Taunt me in sweet slowmotion.

They curl up in the corners
And like the eyes of our souls,
Your whole being is presented there.

Right in the middle.
Right there on that sweet, pink tongue of yours.

And I smile.
I smile when letters become words,
Words become sentences
And I want to kiss you
But it would ruin the moment.

I see your being in the air,
Like cigarette smoke,
The words go up and towards me,
Becoming mine to keep.
I would love to hear you talk
Forever.

Words are beautiful
And in your mouth
They seem limitless.

One day I will learn to write like how you talk.