Soft sirens howl in the distance
every time I see your face.
Their whispering fingers
fill the space between us,
seeping over my toes
and crawling up my spine.
Each step closer
they sound a little louder,
   a subtle, shrill warning
raises goose bumps on my skin.
My blood starts to sing
  as it races through my veins.
Six inches away
the tone screams in my ears,
my stomach drops
but my head soars.
You trail your fingers down my arm
and my ear drums burst open.
Another hand in my hair,
the wail permeates my head.
Suddenly your lips find mine
and the siren song splatters
on the walls of my skull.
  I'm charged with a buzz,
a thrill,
a fear.
When I'm with you
I finally feel alive.