Attention trapped in a whirlpool
Spiraling towards complex bricks of connection
A hunger, deep in my soul
For her validation, for the soothing salve of supreme union
Yearning for a joining haunts my days
She is winning this friendly fire of love bombs
I beat a tactical retreat.
Logic and logistics know we will meet
In a few short days.
And all this angst will melt away in the heat
Of that first kiss
Of her hands on my skin
And her eyes drinking mine in.
Joe Blogs 2024