Better on Paper

The vision of you clouds my mind,

As I picture the blurry haze of your soft lips on mine.

You peck and nibble like a wild bird gunning for its prey.

I pray that this dream will never turn into anything obscene,

As the way you make me feel resembles a movie scene.

Our plots intertwine like poison ivy on an ancient oak tree,

Digging their claws deeper into the bark, 

In the hope that they too can be a part of something that can leave an extraordinary mark.