does it make you uncomfortable that i want to be in love with you?

im dying to read everything inside you
not highlighting the standouts
or ripping even-numbered pages
im living to know everything about you

youre the only prescription not in an orange bottle
over a sterile counter for me
no, youre white, not lab coat
white lily, lily-eyed, eye-height
hand fumbling hard in hand
sweet tea, sweet you, bitter me

ill take trains to see you
week after week
with coffee grind hair
and empty stomach fever
just for a small smile
and short arm brush

does it make you want to be in love with me that im uncomfortable?