She does this thing—
    asks questions
    that steal my words,

    holds up mirrors that leave me speechless.

She doesn't settle for easy answers—
           unravels every certainty,
             leaving me questioning,

             wondering,

             wanting to know more. (to know *her*)

Our conversations twist,
                   turn,
    tie themselves into knots

    that I never want to unravel.

And then—
    there are the kisses.

Just as tangled,
     as challenging,
     as beautifully complicated…

     our lips performing a dance that neither of us leads.

Tongues meeting,
   minds racing,
   thoughts melting,

   logic and reason: forgotten.

A puzzle of lips that neither of us wants to solve.

She leaves me tongue tied,
           in every sense—

           and it's my favorite kind of confusion.