Finish That Thought

My skin warms under your gaze
As if the sun has appeared in this room
To use the term “melting” is incongruous
Since I’ve never felt so firm or alert
You’ve somehow turned a spotlight on me
While leaving yourself a silhouette
I can make out just enough
To know the answers to all my questions
We’ll have some serious conversation
You and I
Eventually
But let’s finish this thought
Before the sun really sets
And rises again
Before words take over what’s important