1hundred8:

she’s taken root;
infiltrated deepest synapses;
weeding,
and choking out my loneliness,
while leaving me with only needing,
as she zaps this
man’s heart,
urging it to squeeze
with soft whispers filled with the sweetness
of an early summer’s breeze.
in my eyes,
she flowers,
blossoming uncontrollably,
as dandelions after the rain,
all while her touches buzz through my dreams as bees,
busy resonating as love’s honey,
sticking in my brain.
my god,
i feel so alive.
my mind is the field in which she dances.
my eyes her audience.
my heart her hive.

–1hundred8