Grass Green Eyes

She laughs...
...and sunlight is born.

Dimples ride the ridge of her cheeks and distract me only until I find her grass green eyes.
It is there, I yearn to live upon those fields.

Are my feelings not to be felt? Or suppalpation not best received, by the passive glance of my gaze to her lips?

Am I unjustified in my intent, only because I have not spoken the words? I want to say how I feel, and make sense of this running heart. I want to brush the sweat from her brow in the heat...and kiss away each dropping tear as she lies awake; alone.

I beg to tempt her with a promise she can only find truth to, in my arms.

Words have done nothing to explain this.

But I tell her with a smile. She can feel it in the tips of my fingers; like bolts of lightning conducive to her flesh. And she desires mores.

It's a warm breath in a cool room upon her neck or a touch so magnetic, a kiss so strong you never stop to pull apart.

You can't.

Passion derived not only from the heart and mind, but from the soul. My body flutters, and suddenly each breath matches hers. Each heart beat in unison, is a welcomed thud as our chests meet.

Each moment, and fading second is a dream where life doesn't end and darkness never comes. It's here, 'our' sunset lasts forever.

And while I've done nothing to perpetuate anything but pure friendship to her. I believe I'll tempt fate, and challenge chance as lay my hand to her cheek. As I touch my lips to hers.

And as I fall...
...into her grass green eyes.