Why I know,

My thoughts a haze, your face invades. Never leaving, always growing, throbbing, burning, nearly pain free. What I want, what I need, you lie somewhere adrift. The way you react. Intuition: your strangest trait. Often so astute, you cannot pin me down. Ditto. Flip that, turn it round. Kissing, cursing, give it time.  I’ve never been so patient, even when I force it. Punching your lips with mine.

You unassumingly force me to re-evaluate. People, planets, and what governs. Accepting. Words fail, notes fill up the margins. So sure about the text, you thrive on the edges, blurred and scattered. I crave definition.  These people are so demanding. I’m not an exception, although I try to be. No one else has been so honest in their observations, keen. I’m afraid. I know.

I love you