never ever

In your shoulder. Your waist. Your shriek of excitement and bear hug.
In my silence. And space. My retreat, from your noise.

In your smile. Your vacant stare. Those tirades-for-attention.
And in my warmth. Knowingness. Sanctuary for your insanity.

I’m there as you break into that amazing smile.
There when you show me the child.
And right there when you’re around, making everything else unimportant. Standing, holding you. Feeling your warmth.

It might have been romantic at any other time but this.

The water’s rising.
I show you the ring around the moon but you only half-glance at it
using it instead as an excuse to lean in and bite me.

It's so compelling. You're so compelling. Insanity.