Slowly Slipping; A Poem
Was it the bite to my words?
Or the bite from my teeth?
The way I nip, nip, nipped,
As you continued to beckon me.
Was it the way my hands,
Slid slowly down your frame?
Or how when you smiled; So overwhelming,
I had to look away.
Was it the desperation in my tone?
Or the frantic beats in my chest?
The thrums that reverberated through you,
That had you realize you’d allowed this mess?
Was it how I whispered your name?
Or the words about you I scribbled on a page?
Or was it that in the end; over differences,
Realization hit that you were slowly slipping away…?