Dreaming of You
i stutter, whenever you turn your head and smile.
the light touches your cheek.
i blush and blame
it on the heat.
you are not
for me—i am young, foolish, and sometimes weak.
you rise like a phoenix, astounding those around you.
the anticipation has me sick.
nausea strikes me like lightening.
the growling thunder of doubt overcomes me
until all i can do is
stay up all night and dream of you.