your lips
wax such poetic
as you touch them to my skin.
could they not,
my eyes would not be frozen,
captivated by their slight movements,
entangled in the sticky webs you spin.

your eyes like fireflies,
your fingers snaking through my hair,
you draw me in

break my smile
with your curious tongue
turn my lungs to ice,
my knees to mud,
my eyelids to stone.