Drawn to You

I am drawn to you.

Irrevocably tethered to your every move.

My eyes, they linger on your view.

Turn your back away and the film reels ever smooth—

How could such a darkened rose smell this sweet?

You are my venom.

I crave your gaze, your confounding verbal maze.

A single prick will do no justice.

From this aching heart,

A silent summons, she turns to your side.

Yet, my compassion strikes at its target.

And you, the redden mark.

No faulty act, no deleterious remark—

Could pull me away from the thought of your spark.

I ask myself if you do the same—

If your glances were seamed unto my direction.

If you take it slow those few seconds—

Your hazy steps—yearning for a connection.

Lingering hope for a shared moment you dare not abscond.

Visions of your name and expressions cloud my dreams,

Til I am no longer able to tell dream and terror apart.

A telling night, passionate lines, an unending stream—

Consciously replayed and artfully conducted.

How could I be subject to this saccharine torment?

Capitulated as a willing participant in this aching prance?

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Gwynevierel

20.01.2023