this is infatuation
February 11, 2006

The songs they sing of- well, you know-
describe the moment too well, too perfect.
And this is where everything moves so slow,
falls into place, and lifts our melodious love
to heights I doubted I'd ever feel.
The movies I watch or lack there-of,
with their typical kisses and that typical embrace,
also describe the moment in all its typical perfection.
(and then your skin, like mind-blown words in print, I trace)
It's these typical moments that bring me home
while returning lost adoration of the typical love poem.