Why must I always be thinking of you.
Drenched in words, glistening. An afterthought.
Your face tipping towards mine, tempting and bright.
Your gaze steals, entraps, takes over my mind.
In the distance I hear thunder calling.
Is that you? Coming to rescue my light?
His shadow shines not, his colors, flat steel.
No words to tempt, only sounds to capture.
His gravity and heat pulling me back.
Not thinking, only hearing, feeling him.