You see me, and see poetry — a poem

I’m imagining
Tracing my eyes
Like they’re my fingers
Across the place
Where your lips
Meet the skin
Of your face
The tiniest of spaces
Inviting my attention
Micro-expression
Telling me so much
Yet saying so little
A mouth
So inviting
Pulling me in
With words written
From a mind
I’m getting lost in
And words from men
Who lost themselves
And anchored
Their hearts in ink.

You see me
And see poetry
From my wrist
To my neck.
My body calming
Heart-driven impulses
Rationality administering
Tonics of something
More sensible
More tangible
Running from this
Ephemeral.
But then I see your
Lips again
And they mouth
Words created
By that beautiful brain
And all semblance
Of reason
Drips out of me
From my heart
To the parts
I want you to touch again.