close enough to intoxicate myself
his warm, hazel eyes always bemused
the tenor in his voice dishevels my attention
I become fractured, and quite totally unhinged
my brain attaches to one thought,
followed by an avalanche of molten revelry;
how would it feel to hold him in my arms?
I gravitate, I circle, and then repeat
He slyly keeps whatever piece of me he can expose
I leave with another devastating dose
In my head, he fails repeatedly, at leaving me alone.