two words

Two words

Like sweet teardrops

Felt on my palms

Escape her lips

As she breathes ecstasy into my ears

And war into my soul

With two words,

My tounge repeats silently,

I grasp for an understanding,

Seek my heart for a response,

But these two words are final,

The beginning and the end

Of all we were when I first saw her and our eyes met only to part in a fleeting grasp for tempestuous cool.

Then these two words when we are one, unknowing, unsure,

These two words define her, as my silence defines me,

With these two words she has opened her heart as my soul struggles tirelessly from my mind's unrelenting grasp.

I hear these two words and feel the etching upon my walls which scream at her touch.

The two words I've waited for, she whispers, "call me"