Tiptoe (Because we can...)

Leave the morning in the night as twilight crawls it's fingers across the sky.
Tread lightly, quietly.
And come to me.

"Don't let them know were coming"
"Tiptoe higher"
Walk a little closer, and feel me with loving hands.
Tempt me a breathless kiss.
Letting your eyes smolder me under that gaze absolutely dripping with desire.
Mark me yours.

Tiptoe to me.
Because we can let ourselves be free for the moment.
Let the masks fall and leave us skinned, but true.
Be with me while this world runs itself into the ground.
Who cares? We're young.
Leave us be.

Tiptoe to this moment.
Because we can tangle ourselves together, and not with the fights that drove us away.
Let the lights drop and fade, it is just us being us.
Say so long world and welcome me instead.
We're young.
So let's see where this will lead us.

And we'll whisper 'Tiptoe', because we can.
                              - Taylor Huskey (54th poem)