such a foreign moon up there;

i feel the pulse of what i've needed all this time match my lips.
my vision fogs, heart stuttering a few times before i realize what's happening.

while i'm frozen in place and out out control,
your lips are the first snow of the season,
or some place where dreams come true if you make wishes on the stars.
at first, the bitter cold of your existence creeps up my spine,
sending something like a shiver down all parts of my body and freezing my insides.

the rest of you, the rest of you is warm.
the heat of the sun, so far away but the temperature rises anyways.
it sends me to foreign places i've never been;  japan, italy, the moon.
my insides turn to liquid and i can almost feel the heat dry up my soul,
it's slowly melting around me until i'm nothing but yours.

you are distant; terribly misplaced, like where dreams come true or the sun or japan.
but i am so close; a footstep away, enough to whisper and tell you so.