nocturne

every time i think of what i must mean to you i get this funny feeling like you'll grow to hate me one day because of my being so hard to deal with sometimes. i have read the faded accounts of what may well be some sort of demons. you are my favorite poison. you are my sins remembered, and yours as well. and now thinking on you i fall into this sensation of passionate fury and deepening desire and infatuation. because like me, you are easily infatuating. i cross your mind... day to day. do you think of the curve of my face? the float of my fingers across your skin? my hair falling about us both as i look down into the intensity of what is you?

do you think about the hunger spilling from these lips just to feel you next to me? the way you can hear me thinking from across the room?

because i miss the utter stillness, when i catch your look and the world goes quiet. i miss the silence of the way you could look at me and shut my soul away from the evil that's out there. and i'm sure how badly i'm needing you is written all over my body, but burned, blackened into my heart. permanent.

how i would move heaven and hell and all of the cosmos to make and keep you perfect, happy, here, safe, and my own. but you float out to see, freely, like some distant comet spinning madly into the western skies and vanishing on the oblivion of my horizon. but i will chase after your burning light for all of eternity, or until you tell me to stay away.

because, as i have mentioned before, i am in love with you.

so, could you remember me today, miss me a little? and let me know, i've touched you in some way?