Eleven Poem by Kian Sheik

i cannot escape my mind of you. once a lack of concentration occurs, my mind is filled with thoughts of you. it happens like a panther. i dont notice it coming. i lose my attention and you pounce into my mind. and i love that it happens. i love remembering what happened last time i saw you. i love fantasizing what will happen with you in the near future. i love just seeing your face in my mind. and when i get home, i love our conversations. i feel like a gust of wind cleaned all the sorrow from my heart and swept it to another when i see you. the spring life renewal brings about my spirit and i feel the happiness of a slow loris being tickled. and i cannot wait to see you again.