Mamihlapinatapai

Bite. Your. Lips.
When you say things you don't mean to me.
Liars with borrowed skin run
their hands all over mine- Please
don't blame me for their covetousness.
I pour my soul out in confession:
There are things I should have wanted,
should have spoken, should have run from-
Excuse me while I suffocate.
It's just that it's me, and you, and
There's all of this Air surrounding us
Stuffing itself into my lungs
making me stutter and blush and think:
There are places of you I'd like to memorize. 
Like the curve of your smile
Or the planes of your chest
Or the shape of you when you hug me.
I'd say I don't want you but I'd choke on it.