you are mid-dawn smiles and
already several layers deep
in this skin that i fight so hard
to protect, under the stars
on my bedroom ceiling i
lose control of self-preservation
because when you kiss me i
can't help but think poetry
in endless lines that never
make it to the page cause i am
too caught up in your eyes that
leave me breathless in a way
that makes me ashamed
of the words i write