Hostage

1/16/11

Her hands they seem to cover me

with fingers pressed into my flesh.

They hold me tight against

a torso hot with sweat.

Sticky, sweet, these palms burn holes into my jeans.

With fire, a molten heat,

a wave in each celestial breath she gifts upon my trembling neck.

My sighing silenced by the pounding.

DJ covering up my longing

too heavy to bear, she sways my way.

These knees buckle, begging to kneel and pray

that she wont stop,

that I'll survive,

my lungs held hostage in her eyes.

She dictates each gulp within her gaze

I'm left breathless, a helpless fate

wrapped up in each iris, each colorless saint

inhale, exhale, in sync with her blinks

gasping for freedom but desperate to cling

to this dance floor shadow,

a romance of now,

a passion lasting just up to last call.

Then it's done like a shot,

her hands drop from my thighs.

But I remain her prisoner,

my lungs held hostage in her eyes.