Kiss Me
Perfect stars glow above my head,
Invading my half closed eyes.
I'm staring at two mirrors.
My own reflections have come to life.
You're being held by one,
Shoved away by the other.
Which of these before me is true?
They're both begining to crack and shatter.
Tears are welding against those stars,
And bleeding down my cheeks.
I press my hands against the cold surface,
My eyes snap open without a blink..
Sitting up, the room is chilled.
It's still dark morning glow.
I walk across the stinging floor,
pass your picture on the wall.
To your sleep I slowly step,
Run my fingers through your hair,
And watch you react to my carress.
Still in dreams you turn towards me,
A content sigh from my touch.
Curled up beside you, I close my eyes,
And let out my held breath.
The mirrors come back,
They're empty waiting.
I turn and look, waiting for my own denials.
Instead there you stand, still kissing me.
©Krystal Hicks 2002
Perfect stars glow above my head,
Invading my half closed eyes.
I'm staring at two mirrors.
My own reflections have come to life.
You're being held by one,
Shoved away by the other.
Which of these before me is true?
They're both begining to crack and shatter.
Tears are welding against those stars,
And bleeding down my cheeks.
I press my hands against the cold surface,
My eyes snap open without a blink..
Sitting up, the room is chilled.
It's still dark morning glow.
I walk across the stinging floor,
pass your picture on the wall.
To your sleep I slowly step,
Run my fingers through your hair,
And watch you react to my carress.
Still in dreams you turn towards me,
A content sigh from my touch.
Curled up beside you, I close my eyes,
And let out my held breath.
The mirrors come back,
They're empty waiting.
I turn and look, waiting for my own denials.
Instead there you stand, still kissing me.
©Krystal Hicks 2002