Ti Penso

Which one of us is leading this dance?

Do I think of you because I miss the way

My heart beats faster in your presence,

Or do I miss the way you look at me,

Like I'm the battle raging on between your ribs?

Do I itch to feel the brush of your fingertips

Against the soft skin of my lips,

Is that what this feeling is? The need? The desire?

Or do I think of you because you think of me

And pull me into your inner monologue?

Do I dance for you, do I lay still in your arms?

Do you run those soft fingertips across my naked skin?

Do I want you because you're everything,

Or do I want you because you thirst for me?