Flushed

Warmth spreads across my cheeks

The color of rosiness I cannot disguise, or make excuses for

It lingers with no modesty, bragging its victory

The body has a way of expressing what one tries to hide

Wise in its function, careless in its character

The brain is useless when it comes to desire

All reason malfunctions; logic tossed out as wasted by-products with no purpose

The blood thrushes, spreading in urgency

Like soldiers marching out to war

An unstoppable force; taking no mercy in its mission

And as I place the coolness of my palm against the blazing heat

Worried my love will be exposed

I cannot help but smile…

Knowing it is you who makes me feel so alive