Wickedly Good grin.

"---Christa"
One word off those lips,
and it's as if I can see its whole existence
withering in the air
as it flees in your breath
decorating the world with more meaning than seen before.
I think you purposely look like that, calm and half asleep
So I act off my guard.
"Hey"
Paralyzing, You gave my name meaning for an instant
and its floating up to heaven
blessed by your thought...
I think I might wish to float with it.
But you bring me sharply back down,
our gazes meeting.
Of course you smile and you laugh
because I have that look again.
"Seriously, when you look like that I can't stand it
You look like you ar--"
different? perhaps captivated?
Because I can promise you I am...
"Christa, stop acting so innocent,
comeon we both know better than that."
Then you give me that wicked grin
and I return one in kind.
That's right around the time resistance stops
and words become meaningless,
even if they would tear the sky.