I sip curiosity like fine wine
feel it slip into my bloodstream
frightening in its intensity
intoxicated by eyes
fixated on lips
shuddering as I feel the touch
of imagined delicate hands
Mix the chemicals
adrenaline in the largest portion
my brain tingles
connections aglow
with the meeting of furtive glances
I'm a closet case
a basket case
hiding away in fear of ecstacy
but watching it move
overhearing sighs and music
my eyes pressed to the keyhole
stolen glances of flesh
I watch unseen yet sensed
On which side will the door be opened?
I am in darkness yet I see her in light
reverse the images
catch them on the mind's film
in the negative
undeveloped colors
the feel of black and red is dual
sharp yet soft
the pain of restless thoughts
the pleasure of untold fantasy