Before a concert

Soon you'll be wrapped
around me,
arms encircling my waist
like branches,
the whole being of you fluttering
inside the memory of my eyes.

Little kisses,
violent pecking of my mouth that attacks my ankles
in all the right places,
so I sway/almost miss the balance.

Soon you'll be silent,
your eyes round as mouse eyes
in the dark,
glint, focused on me.

You will not be the only person looking
at me,
and I will not always follow you.
Be careful,
I promise you are not mine.