The Power of Choice

Soy milk creamy skin

against mine;

black beer wavy hair

stroking my face,

spilling abstract communication;

the weight of our bodies

so right.

Our hands play the piano

of curves,

we play like we know it,

like it's not the first time.

Our lips compete against

kisses and moans.

Two bodies lay naked

next to one another,

and on the next day kisses

are between sex and love,

connection or fear

(walk away or stay),

everything or nothing...

could it just be something?