How will my heart know you if my body betrays me at your merest breath?
If the heat of dancing can be confused for the heat of desire.If the sparkle in your eye is simply the reflection from bright lights in the gallery. If the flush on your cheek is just a sip of red wine too far. If the welling silence between us is just a function of waiting for a song to end to speak.
Can the narrowing angle between our bodies, the slide of glance from eyes to lip to eyes be a lie? Such a good lie. A lie so good I want to believe it. I want to believe that bodies will close together, clothes will fade from touch, eyes will bind and lips will savour.
That as you open me and enter me I will enter your heart. That as your arms hold me so I will hold your soul, safe from life’s work. And somewhere in the journey through flesh we will find our safe harbour waiting in each other.
Tell me, so I can tell my heart; how will I know you?