A Case of Infatuation

I want to write a love poem,

One for you and me.

I’ll lock it away in our hearts and incinerate the key.

I want you to look into my eyes.

They are a sparkling glass of sweet rosé, the glimmers of the sun-speckled sea, the hottest stars in the skies.

You will not be able to shade your eyes from their radiance,

But even through blindness, you will feel the warmth of my love.

I want you to lay with me on a bed of roses,

To feel the silky petals brush against your skin.

That is my touch,

And every prick of the thorn is my passion.

I have a lot of passion.

I want you to put your ear against my chest,

To hear my breaths quicken when you’re near me.

Lean in closer to feel the pounding of my heart,

When your fingers interlock with mine.

Lean in closer still to hear my soft moans,

When your lips touch my forbidden places.

You are the air I breathe.

The reason I live another day.