it’s like…you know.

my words are falling all around her

rubber bullets

little did I know

we know

how little we knew

no…not past tense:

because this is happening,

I’m living it…

I’m loving it,

her…every minute of

every single day.

And she turns this way,

that way,

twisting and contorting in some

high action flick moves

that would make the average person blush

avoiding every phrase.

Not letting a word of it sink in

for fear it might effect her…

affect her.

no…

infect her.

That she might catch this disease and fall under

its affliction like I have.

for now

for THIS moment

I am playing along

and pretending like a little is

enough

but my hunger is growing

and the way that I crave her

her touch

her laugh

her sigh

her glance

is disconcerting me

around every corner.

I will land this kiss that

turns her back around

facing me

and

she won’t know what hit her

and we

will…

well,

we will be.