you pull me by the collar of my shirt and i fight hard not to pin you down, fight hard not to make you feel everything i am feeling at that exact moment. in the seconds that we pause i can imagine the smile you might have crawling slowly across your cheeks, taking no prisoners in it's warmth, and catching it out of the corner of my eye is like a bright flash of sunlight after a dark night. i'm blinded, heart pounding, frozen in that second in time.


if this is what they describe in those romance books, they do a really horrible job at it. words always fail when it comes to you - the ethereal deserves so much more. three words would never be enough to describe this phenomenon, nor would one thousand.

in
tox
i
cat
ion;

but not the kind where, in our
drunken staggering, i taste the remnants
of spiced rum clinging to your
lips;

instead, the kind where
the molecules that make up our every
parts come together, static
electricity

combining vision and
attraction, making me yearn for any
amount of time i could have,
wrapped

in your arms, lips to
sober/not sober/halfway sober lips,
not caring about the specifics
because

you are like a series
of fireworks, exploding brilliantly in
the sky, and i am like
the

child, completely
enthralled, mouth wide open, wondering
how it's possible
that

so many things
could mesh together and make such a
perfect picture
of

such a mortal
being.