And You Love My Eyes

Sitting with an inch between
Hardly noticeable, a gentle lean
That covers the thin and sacred space
Of cloth and air that keep our place.
And suddenly, alive and free
I'm full of electricity
Your finger, so slight upon my leg
Would it were my face instead
And would it were not hands, but lips
That would lend me not just touch, but kiss
And would it were not air, but fire
That filled the gap with sparking wires
To knit us close in hope and light
With no fear that we did not do right
So take my hands, my fears, my heart
Creating our own kind of art.
Brush my eyelashes to your skin
Close to feel you breathe out, breathe in.
Hands on my waist and wings spread above
You're an angel reflected in blue eyes, my love.