to let the stardust and
slide down my parched throat and
wash over my intestines,
like a pebble
drowning in the sound--
That makes you a mallicious breath stealing demon.
The source of my asthma.
Is oxygen really that important?
When I stand next to you my palms sweat.
No, my whole body begins to leak.
Like I've been standing in a bon fire for hours.
The heat does not hurt because it came from you.
I had fallen ill a year ago.
All because I could not keep away from you.
How the flu laid silently on your lips.
Only to pounce onto mine from a fatal kiss.
My mind becomes a muddled mess when peer into your eyes.
All my wisdom on theology and philisophy is clouded over.
The words I utter that usually make professors weak, abondon me.
The gems of hours of study stolen from a single glance.
You make me go crazy.
You make my mind forget.
My body sick.
My soul ache.
Desipte the buckled knees,
I want to be with you.