words

what is it in this
that i find so anomalous,
so outside the paradigm,
that brings me back again
and again, every evening,
chasing her through my thoughts
then catching her in my arms.

tracing my fingers
down her slender back,
the curve of her spine,
her skin is so soft
it feels dangerous to touch
for fear there may never again
be something so terribly new
and delicate as this moment,
this girl so strange and wonderful
that when she leaves my embrace
i must fall in to a consideration,
a series of long hours
choked with thoughts.

she is something tender,
with a mind that hums with electricity,
a brightness to her that blinds most
but leads me crawling to its source,
her heart beats a quick pulse
and her eyes consume everything they see,
blood pure and pretty grin,
she is far greater than i should bear witness
and so here this is, some reference
to the curious longing of my affections.

-S.C. Martinez