I fell in love at the bookstore

I have to tell you, I fell in love at the bookstore, 

The stranger swept past,

Shoulders lifting, 

pulling down my word.

It is true I have to, tell you, 

I saw with my own soul,

The whole world sneak in and snap, closed

his fingers smearing our stars, our words

He read me silent,

eyes tore through blurbs,

and i brushed my lips against his

fresh new pages, felt them burn

under the very words you sit, you are written well,

I fell in love at the bookstore but I did not, could not tell

for I have given you my word. 

I told you it was right  when we lay there tangled in sheets woven from lace. My hands shivered a bit when you didn't speak, your lips soft , cocaine slipping through my fingertips.  . I told you again.  I think this is right, how can I not, when your body lays still but silent underneath mine. When your chest heaves, when we move but stay joined all the time. I'd been scared to tell you but my lips moved fast spilling out these jagged stars. Your beauty did not move so I kept speaking. 

You are here I said. 

Stillness.

You mean so much. 

I look and I see only you. 

The world surrounds me with only you. 

Still. 

I think I might be going mad. 

A slight movement from your right toe. 

You are beautiful. 

A slight movement, curve from your right lip.

You are out of it. dosed. staring.  

I love you. 

Everything freezes, your heart stops., mine pulls, we pause, the birds flutter extended in space. I think it might be strange, but it is this silence, amongst the fireworks, in the midst of a shy sleeping dream, it is here, here, here, this place that is expotable to me.