Just the thought of you
and words
do not prevail
like they do
like they
usually do

where I'm burning to the top
with passion
desire
tension building
releasing,
insatiably reaching
for
you

What is it within
your soul
that touches me
so

where I am
flooded by the
cadence of
your haunting
amber glow

and every book I've
read
poem I've read
and sentence in me
struggles to
find a way to tell you
that
I'm in utter awe
of you.