for you

you should look familiar from all the times i've seen you now,
but your eyes appear to me as "too-familiar",
like i've seen them a million times.
on top of that,
they are so entrancing,
my life and tissue unravel when my own and yours connect.
i can see in them everything you yearn for,
everything you wish to be,
everything you want in me.
yesterday i felt your energy coursing from your palm to mine,
eccrine-pore design.
i hunger for your arms,
to touch them,
to taste them,
to encircle me.
weeks could i spend exploring every aspect of them
and letting them explore me while we sweat in the summer heat.
your breath upon my lips is enough to intoxicate me
into lethargy and love-drunk comas.
yet your touch gets my nerves reeling,
vibrating,
sympathetic nervous system set to work.
but don't waver, my love, don't doubt,
it's my own inhibitions convulsing my confidence.
i have fear and pain on my side and i'm sorry for not being in bloom.
i wish to open all my petals to you,
to reveal the sweet nectar and pollen inside;
but anxiety keeps me closed to the winters lasting,
slow-fading chill.
you've replanted me and slowly i am sprouting,
my stem intimately wrapping around your
organic but imperfect
paralyzing crystalline beauty.
your lips could find mine in a room diffused of all light.
so close your eyes and follow my energy,
because a life devoid of drinking up your stare would be
life-less.