Daydreams About Kisses and Tightropes

Cherry chapstick smeared on my face;

I stood next to the wall thumbing the door.

I was daydreaming about a chase,

a chase into you and falling on the floor.

I'd kiss you until the sun rises;

I'd kiss you until my nose got tired and relentlessly twitched.

I'd trace your outline with surprises.

Those blue eyes of yours: you had me twisting and oh so bewitched.

A daydream about you coming back to me,

getting lost in the rain and jumping in puddles,

your hand to steady me--you'd steady me like a key

to unlock the butterflies within, to unlock all that muddles

my slow dance on the tightrope.

You'd keep me from slipping. You'd keep me from losing hope.