infatuation

the sting of love’s kiss
burns and soothes
simultaneously. i cannot
get him out of my mind;
i fashion this hero
from spools threaded with dreams
and desire. obsession is a
drug that is tinted red like flames
and spoils on the tongue like cream.
he promises me good days
yet only comes to me when it rains.
i shower in his kisses, the attention
leaves me dizzy. i bathe in
his scent, the lackadaisical aroma
whetting my appetite indefinitely.