you're quite tall, i decide as
flesh touches flesh touches wall.
your touch, electric as always, just
may be the one constant
in our lightswitch relationship.
you're far too beautiful to be real.
and i want to pull the lines and shapes
out of your skin, put you in a frame.
your face is perfect for sleepless nights.
and i'm searching for the words,
yet all i can manage is "ohpleaseohplease".
i guess your lips still can't cure my fear of falling.

there's something wrong.
i just don't know what it is.