underneath

if you could hear these thoughts
racing, racing
beneath this stoic exterior-

how your eyes command
a stop to my breath,
how your presence causes
a quake in my voice,
how your smile warms
me like sunshine

how in my dreams i
feel you slow swaying behind me,
hands roaming,
until i turn and press my cheek
to your chest,
how i can still feel the burn
on my skin in the morning

-i wonder
what you would say