You

It's more than daydreaming
of your kiss

of long, langorous loveplay

of snuggling and snoozling in bed

beside you.

Through you,

I've found my smile again

my heart has found its wings again

and my soul takes flight

in light

in joy

in love

with you.

Cornfuzion: I and II

I

So, you're not the first

to make me laugh.

And you're not the first

to make me sigh.

But I really do love

how you thrill my heart

and tingle my toes,

and how you alone

make me feel as I do.

I love how you 

are so very you.

II

Smiles and sighs,

lust and trust,

risque candor

and open, honest ardor--

a soothing balm over

green-and-yellow bruising,

long-nursed and tender-sore.

Your tenor timbre crackles

across snow-dusted,

ice-crusted tundra.

Comforting me.

Warming me.

And in your snoozly snuggliness,

I forget.

When?

When will the feelings go away?

Will they dissipate,

inconsequential,

into thin air?

Will I put aside

my love,

my hurt,

my anger
toward you?
Do I dare?
Do you care?
Does it matter,

even, whether I'm there?

When will the feelings go away?