Love's Impurities

I can not count

the times I have almost said

I love you, I want you

the words wait anxiously in my head

while we become tangled in twisted torrents of energy

that emanate from your bed

with our words whispered softly

and our cheeks turning red

these are the currents that keep me questioning at night;

lying awake, listening to steam whistling,

awaiting the break of light,

praying time momentarily might

stop ticking and let us stay

stuck in an eternity as we dabble away

an infinity in each others' arms

holding tightly in the silence as we

learn the language of all of love's sweet impurities