There’s something ample between us
Hotter than a white tipped flame
I feel we’re riding on the cusp
Of love
Where our hearts collide and burst
More than a thirst; that can be quenched.


Alas
I do not know
To the extent of which we’ll grow
Unforeseen probabilities
Get the best of me.


Mystified by your psyche
Stitched so carefully
Pieces of you
Trace me
Goose bumps arise
If only comprehensible
I become stupefied
When I look into your eyes.


Thunderstruck!
In the times of delight
Can’t it?
Won’t it?
Just might…
I hold on
With a mental grip
Too paradoxical to make sense
To the notion of our

                                              Love.