5am Lovesick Poem by Effie Yalena Steyn

But, knowing would
rockabye
tulips, dowager, contagious, duty, coyote, planes,
I'm picking up on your contrasting
impulsive
benign for the moment, unknifed little inklings, nervous
ticks in your smile and the way you sit and your hair
it bleeds into eyes that capture mine.
Love, it percolates,
permeates, differentiates, awakes, exacerbates,
cremates this fire stoked.
Temperature, underhand, as you grasp five fingers
and an open wound, with care.
First class.
Its your life I want, sanguine, wrecked, fragile,
hold me?