Give In To Me

I'm gonna wear you down
I'm gonna make you see
I'm gonna get to you
You're gonna give in to me

I'm gonna start a fire
You're gonna feel the heat
I'm gonna burn for you
You're gonna melt for me

Come on, come on
Into my arms
Come on, come on
Give in to me

You're gonna take my hand
Whisper the sweetest words
And if you're ever sad
I'll make you laugh
I'll chase the hurt

My heart is set on you
I don't want no one else
And if you don't want me
I guess I'll be all by myself

Come on, come on
Into my arms
Come on, come on (come on)
Give in to me

I'll use my eyes to draw you in
Until I'm under your skin
I'll use my lips, I'll use my arms Come on, come on, come on
Give in to me

Give in to me

the examined life, best looked at
with perhaps a clearer eye;
unclouded by late night aches and sighs-
tossing and turning. suddenly, like a light i am
on. so bright its blinding, i can

trace my shadow on the ceiling
pencil you in with my memory, i swear
you are near, here, i can hear
your heart beat
steady in time

if i hold my breath, will just this once, everything
stop.
pause,
a second--

oh wait, earth is still here?
it cracks, splits, bends and breaks, gives way
under foot, under toe
threatens to swallow me whole
like i am but a blink of an eye,
a grain of sand on your beach
beach that so warmed me
solid land in an ocean of fluid change,
shift, swift

it gives way

and crumbles into nothing,
pieces of sand
sinking into the sea.

it is calm here
water fills me and i am
no longer full but
empty.

10:35

is this real?

rising to leave, remembering, awakening--
losing it. trying to fight it, swallowing;
breathing it back inside.

are you settling for someone rather than no one?
better to share a cramped bed than be alone with your thoughts?
questions i can't ask, because i really
do            not               want to know.
something i cannot bear to burden myself with the knowledge of--

why? what do i fear?
you are flesh, blood and doubt, just like i am.
pull your anchor from the ocean floor,
send me adrift. i shall float endlessly.

lost at sea.

it would seem that i have found land in you.
but i swear, you are a mirage. playing tricks on me, unreality

until i reach your shores and feel the warmth of your sand between my toes
lie down in the safety of your shade and find shelter and tranquility there
peace, a happiness not felt...
but suddenly so real, is this real?

Seven.

we lay together, twisted and entwined
pretzels. tangled.
i am secretly in awe over the details of your body,
things before unappreciated but now, in full view,
i worship you.
but my god you must remain ignorant
a haunting suspicion that i am overestimating already,
getting attached

hopeful.

leads to woeful if i am not careful.
a comment here, how you are... present, hear, but not at times.
on the phone, in your hand while i am sitting here at the table staring at you.
and yet.
let it go. i breathe and swallow it
that sinking feeling,

oh, earth is still here?
i dont want to come down from this cloud

bury my feet in the sand
keep me here on land.


what have i done?
where am i going to be led? ...
i am excited to go with you, cannot navigate without you-
please dont jump ship.

ten.

its been a week and a day.
nothing special and yet--nothing but special.
 i cant stop smiling and even as i am writing this there is this weird feeling in my stomach like i am about to get on a roller coaster.
i cant talk about you to someone without failing to suppress a grin.
what happened? when did this happen?
how am i falling so quickly?
the serotonion, the dopamine, the melatonin.
chemistry.
it alights me. electricity surges through me when we touch, kiss,
i am deliriously happy.


and terribly afraid.
8 days. i feel like this is not just something that has happened and will be a short chapter in a long book of your escapades, trials and tribulations.
you know me so well, that i am  no angel. and yet,
we hardly know anything at all.
and that is the beauty of this--
we are old, and yet new. we are comfortable and yet, electricity pulsates through my body;
i swear if i try hard enough i can still smell the sweetness of your skin.

i must fight the urge to consume you.
i want to treasure you like the gift that you are. i am honored to be
in your presence, protected in your arms.
rapture overcomes me. 

i refuse to admit this. 8 days? this is real and i know it but seriously--
fate works in the most fucked up, best ways sometimes.