Cabin Fever

Wet Nose

12/03/02

I keep missing your kisses.
They're aimed with honest implications
as nothing more than expressions of friendships
but I don't want to touch your lips with mine
until I know they can lock into something more.
An embrace of deeper intentions
and unsure, tempest-like in nature
feelings that say you can finally see me
as something whole.
I'm ready to run back into you
after years of running away
and hiding from the person you led me first to be.
My cold and wet nose.
honed from a few minutes spent in the winter air,
wants and needs to be replaced
by your warmth and casual comfort.
And I, once again,
want to be replaced by you.