Close enough to feel your warmth
but never close enough to touch.
You pull me in again,
it never takes you all that much.
My mind fills in the gaps too well..
which makes proximity to you my living hell
so full of ecstasy and beauty..
By night you are my sin.
By day you are my duty.

Your gravity
is simply far too overwhelming.
Escape velocity
is but a construct of my desperate pretending.
When our gazes meet
for but a second far too long and sweet
your eyes drill down right to the bottom of my soul.
For but a moment, I am whole.
If only I could never look away.
If only in that holy moment
you and I could stay.

How could I ever overcome you?
My longing for you is the heaviest affliction
of my life.
My love for you is an addiction.
It is a knife,
lodged deep inside my heart,
that I keep turning left and right.
So what, then,
is the only right thing
left for me to do?
All I can think of
is to keep on writing love to you…
As I continue waiting for good news..
As I continue wishing for another muse.