I kiss you again
as you touch me
I lay there still
not to move
as though if I do, it shall ruin everything

We lie together
in my bed which has been transformed to a shine of passion
our bodies close,
but our minds worlds apart

We think that our actions shall show our love
when in reality our passion is pushing us farther apart
we lie in silence
until we realize what we have done

You rise and kiss my forehead
I kiss your cheek
you pull on your shirt
I wipe my damp face

We creep down the steps
at the front door we stand
not a word is spoken
the cold air freezes my face

You kiss my lips gently
as I kiss you back
you leave
I return to my room

I look at my bed
no longer a shrine of love, and passion
but a heap of sheets and blankets
tumbled onto the floor

Though we thought it would prove our love
our need to be together
it has really only shown immaturity of our thinking

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