you seem to ignite.
what is it about your gait?
why do your eyes sparkle like pools of emerald?
why does your hair look like a golden haystack?
hidden needles.
the emergence of your face
at the gate stretched my lips into a smile and poured chocolate caffeine down my throat.
what is it about your embrace?
envelops me in a web of safety.
do i know how it feels to be infatuated anymore?
when will my disinterest in life cease?
perhaps at the beginning of the sound of my name from your mouth.