Stained Monochrome Wings

Infatuation

10-16-12 (revised 12-29-15)

Infatuation

Replaces love before you know it’s there

Oh, God, the passion;

Oh, God, the wonderful, spin-tingling sensation

of being admired by whom you care for.

Infatuation

Is the high, the immense euphoria of like-love

It’s the “Oh, God, she cares for me.”

It’s the “Oh, God, I’m not alone in this feeling”

this desperate notion for a spiritual connection.

Oh, God, these things that come to my mind and

Oh, God, the rush I get from her is stronger than any drug.

Oh, God, is this magic?

Is it this distance which puts a tangible barrier around us some sort of cock-block?

Oh, God, womanly desires aside, I wish to touch and experience unexplored lands.

Venture deep inside this maze of

utter infatuation.