I’ve never met anyone like you.

Take that as a compliment but
don’t overlook the underlying insult.
Your gentle words have the power
to widen my smile while our difference of endless
opinions make me wonder how we would ever work.
How could this ever be what we think it’s worth?

I tell myself the frustration with you only proves
that I care more than I thought I did,
more than
I intended to.
My heart doing everything my brain told it not to do;
which was
fall for you.

But you aren’t there to catch me.
It’s more like you falling with me.
Side by side.
Deep into unexpected attraction,
dipped in crazed amounts of mental satisfaction
that somehow make me forget how we could even disagree
in the first place.

I can’t say I mind the sudden change in my mood,
the tune in my voice,
or the way parts of my body feel
as your lips trace its frame,
because forever embedded is the purity of sweet sound
my ears devour as your tongue ejects my name.
So say it again, but  s l o w e r.
Let it linger as you add to this relationship’s value.
Continue being the muse of my over-thought thinking
because honestly,

I’ve never met anyone like you.