There’s no feeling I can recall

wrapped in quilt, phone at the ear,

hanging on your words, each and all….

physical reaction, unfiltered and pure.


Love is not a strong enough word.


There’s a rising in my chest

a want to know all

a tad obsessed perhaps,

but at your beck and call…


I love how you love me

and how you love the way I adore you

you need me, and you want me

and, oh, you let it pour through


Love is not a good enough word.


There’s an intoxication here

and a beautiful pull

we hold each other, oh so dear

and there is never any sort of lull.