i would describe you, my heated hero—
as the one who made me look up.
gently tilted my chin to a mirror,
locked your eyes with my reflection and prevented me from gulping the bitter cup
you say i am your poison; yet you eagerly drink
but can't believe that i may be intoxicated by you as well
i desperately hope our addictions don't cause us to sink—
but only time will tell.
your affection has gripped me by the throat
and refuses to let go
but i'm not struggling for air— your actions form one harmonic note
that transfixes me; sets my soul aglow.
i am addicted—
and refreshingly unrestricted.
