Seven days.

Seven days is the exact amount of time

I will be looking in your eyes

Trying my best to look away in time.

So, you won't notice anything.

Seven days

Is the exact amount of time

I will be looking at the perfect curl of your lips

That makes a smile, not for me. 

The moves 

Your legs and hands produce

run me into a thought

That it's the truth

Under your skin god lives.

I close my eyes

In a miserable attempt not to see

Her fingers touching your tattoos.

"it's just a dance,"  They say. 

I need

To be in her shoes.

I don't want to lose

my mind.

But I do

when I think about you.