the first day i saw you

this closed in steel lips,have secrets they hold. i've lived many seasons feeling worn,my heart is a strand of strangling guitar strings, struck by blades too sharp to make music..still i long to sing,my fingers are craving for interlocking lover's dates,its not only secrets i want to hold close...the first day i saw you,i wanted you close,you spread a buffet of perfect white teeth,invited me to feast in the wrinkled corners of your eyes,i wanted every scrap of you to fill my hunger pangs,wanted to feast on the crumbs, the icing and the main course of your soul,maybe i wanted you too much too soon,maybe i didn't know ways i could want you just right