The wanting of it ALL...

I admit to wanting nothing more than exactly what you yearn to give to/do to/release unto me

For fear of never hearing this,
thing you want, again...
the current undeniable tremble I feel will be what sustains me

I can't even begin to utter what is coming to this mind of mind

the words that are threatening to leap from me and I am desperately trying to capture and put back under lock and key

this...
fuckin thing that you have seemingly ripped from inside of me...
 something I didn't feel coming...
someone I never knew was approaching...

You

Have singlehandedly rocked my core

and I

I

am

breathless

right now

Music... we... you, me, this... would make melodies written in God's speak...
tongues and dialects that ancient scrolls spoke of...

I

am

overwhelmed by your presence

and I want

more...