shivers and sighs

1

The rush in me was American
There was no being languid
No fingers dancing on arms
Or playful smiles bleeding into
Shivers and sighs

(shivers, sighs)

None of that
No basking in the sands of time
For the fruit is in sight
and time waits for no one
No racing hearts with expectations
Or undoing any buttons
None of that
Looking down and away
In the name of shunning vanity

Because, they thought,
Shouldn't passion
burn and blaze like bonfire
Rather than smoke away
like a hog in a pit?




2

The rush in me was American
Yet like the Javanese dancer
I do long being languid
Eyes catching and batting your sight
Pointy fingers swaying three breaths apart
Savoring each second with each step
Fingers waltzing on arms
Undoing each button
One story at a time
Playful smiles bleeding into
Careful shivers and longing sighs

(shivers, sighs)

And sparks fly
Yet sparks only fly when they want to
And you'd trade the world until they do
In this shackling stream of numbness
and unrelenting sanity we sit
Fingers twitching on the seat
Dearly holding onto the gear
Hoping for the next miracle to happen
So we can fall madly, stupidly,
ridiculously in love