I have chased shadows 

My eyes running along the 

contours of your lips

And each time they move
I spend ages visualising  
Those moves on my lips

Should I lick my lips
Or would you like the friction
The first time we kiss?

Will my lips quiver
Will my whole body tremble?
I’ll let you decide

With each syllable 
your lips write on mine, I let
my Poetry unfurl

Lips deciphering 
the language of love within 
Our erratic breaths

Hastened and easy 
hands chasing shadows blindly
While our lips make love