Infatuation

I think this is it
I think I've fallen hard
Unbroken - genuinely
His words spike the shadowed parts of my heart
Slowly thrusting the corners of my ears that have become so tightly locked
His words drift through mid air, in a space of thousands, but a space of just us
I love to catch the rhythm to his voice
The rhythm to his poetic words
The rhythm to his poetic mind
I'm infatuated - help.
I think about him, involuntarily
Dream of him, frequently
Is this love... No... I can't handle love.
Let's call this infatuation with a deepened necessity
I need him - here, now,
In my life, all the time.
I need this guy.
I've released my darkest
secrets of those wretched times
that just won't quit bothering me,
I've watched devouring moments
playing constantly in my head,
And me thinking whether he's not scared of them just as I am...
I hope he hasn't become a drug.
You know what they say about those,
Once you try it, you're hooked -
Rehab could work little miracles.

Shit.

I crave to touch him,
To grab the warm clothing on his body
and fist it in my hands, while he holds
me so tightly,
I'll breathe him in as he does so
and sigh a breath of relief.
I'll kiss the side of his neck with a soft touch of my lips

But most of all I'll give myself more than I've ever had to -
only to him.