it is a funny thing, what infatuation can do

when I see you and I breathe I can feel every cell
and see past the next moment
I can feel the way you move

anything can be a catalyst for you
a note in a song
my hair against my lip

I want to turn your head and make you see me the way I do

because with you comes this feeling
and with this feeling

oh I'm writing and singing
and dancing and moving
and even the cold air is welcome

but a year ago this poem had a different subject
why can I not infatuate myself
and keep constant the excitement of possibility

must I rely on a nameless stranger