My Question

There is a little piece of brown lace
Trying to hide your white face.
I think you are a little bit
Frightened of this place

Where we are. Our eyes
Are too close, our thighs
Are too close – such blue –
I can not believe your eyes.

I know that if our lips touch,
All my other sins won’t matter much.
I know we will both come to see
That integrity is just a crutch.

Will both our hearts turn black?
Will someone else’s crack?
The answer that I need the most:
If I kiss,will you kiss back?