most angels fall more than once.

it seems strange
to me
that i should
adore you
the way
i do.

you're so mean sometimes.

an unexpected twist in my master plan.

i long to be in your infinite orbit.

the runaway sun.

the touch of your tongue
in my ear
as you whisper
sweet nothings
is becoming
a fading
memory
of what
i ache
to still
feel
burning
in the pit of
my stomach
as the
nervous
flutters
from your
distance
subside
into the calm.