today I'm insane
thinking of ways to occupy this brain
I'm empty-handed , hopeless even . . .
you're like a light
and I'm drawn to you
all the ways that you move
a glowing perception
so beautiful I must . . .

but touch it I do , and it's not enough
so I take it and swallow
the light moving through
the lungs and the heart , it tears me apart
it burns , like a flame
it's painful , your love
how can something so attractive . . .
be dangerous ?