Swallowed up in
infatuation,
swathed in its embrace.
Clouds glowing of silver
linings.
Cupid’s wings brushing
against my face.
I’m caged behind bars of
lace.
My hands, too brittle,
can’t set me free.
Your face, a halo of
pastel feathers
I’m love-blinded, but I
swear that’s what I see.
Enchanted by your
presence,
I’m shuddering under your
stare.
My words all hitched up in
my brain,
I’m wild of infatuation
when you ain’t there.
I’m swallowed up in
infatuation,
Tangled between its
slippery grasp.
Obsessions too minimal
word to express this,
I’ll jus' wait till my guardian
angels come fetch me at dusk.
FOLLOW SUITCASE FULLY PACKED
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