Prelude To Dreaming

lightning crackles
like flame over a distant heart.
it doesn't seem as vulnerable
as your eyes looking at me,
hot as melted steel.
"what are you reading?"
you ask,
nonchalant,
as if rain clouds don't matter much.
(not as much as what i'm reading,
which i forgot
as soon as you came into the room.)
so i put it down and turn to you,
pull you to me for a kiss.
it could be lightning,
it could be flame.
don't believe me when i say i love you.
because who knows what i could say
when i look into those eyes of yours?
look into mine when i say nothing.
and that's when you believe.