I wrote this poem for someone a few years back.
Happy Valentines Day!
Strings of telephone wires beaded with wild birds
sing in the wind
as I think of you and drive to infinite thoughts
consumed by madness or love or hate or confusion
and brought to the depths of what can only be assumed as utter despair
connected somehow by the way the sun sets and the heat rises
and the waves crashing and colliding as your chest falls
and I breathe you in
savouring the sensation as you flow through my veins
winding like a sidewinder around my heart
pumping the blood ferociously
seeping out of the pores in my translucent skin.
your love is transcendent and I gorge on your scent
to try evade this hunger
and yet you kiss my lips
and my body bursts into flames
it is impossible
and irrational to attempt to extinguish.