The Heart-tomb Countess

[tuna_or_die]

when your eyes become this feeling,
running through my veins
i feel like i'm on fire,
might just indefinitely forget my name.

i'm running out of things to say,
the tip of my tongue just another home
for everything i wish i could share
about the way you make me wonder
whether i've been running in circles again.

I know you feel me growing
deep within this shell,
of how i know i need you
quite possibly more than you need me,
because the headlights feel like rubber
when they hit the darkness overhead
and every other passing car
just a glimmer lost under sea.

we're children growing older,
your face as smooth as silk can be
but here i am concerned and unexperienced
so i take that leaping step
to catch a drift along your smile,
and blow it all away.

I can't see where i am going
but the feel of your hand on mine
is like a blinding light
between a million spots
blocking out the lamp light's shadow
hiding in the room we last kissed.

you're 20 miles away,
but here i am engaged and exposed.