fallen

i think that i am,
slowly but surely,
falling.

the touch of your smooth, cool hand
under my fingertips.
the smoky smell of you,
there is more underneath it,
more to it
more to smell and sense
and see.

i cannot stop these lips from smiling.
you make me delirious.
grinning from ear to ear,
like some cheshire cat that
got the cream.
only-
this cat didn't.

our tender hand holding
in the shadows,
our lurching stomaches
as the phone rings.

and as this maddness seeps in,
love,
i tell myself we could confess.
i don't care about the consequences.

i have slowly
but very surely
fallen.