Love Is A Dream | Heathcliff Speaks

A quick question for you.

Does your heart skip a beat

When you look at me?

Do those skin pores of yours

Get frenzied with the thrust

Of your blood? And does your blood

Harden you, moisten you

When you look at me?

When you look at me, does

The little toes inside your shoes

Get a prickly feeling, as if a little

Stone is floating inside its halls?

And do you feel a warm

Juice going up, up in your being

When I say your name

When you feel the tingle

Of my presence?

Or do you just walk away

Anticipating the onrush, the bush-rush,

The many songs brimming in your heart

Making you feel imprisoned in my eyes?

And don’t you feel

A pullback

When you walk away?