See You Tomorrow? Poem by Adrian Cordova

Every conversation we have…

I come close to crying out, to an incontrollable anger that can almost take over my body.

Every time you and I touch…

I feel an electricity that should not exist, one that begs me to release it again and again.

And every time I think of your anything…

I get a conflict greater then any war yet fought.

And I relish it.

I get an energy that gets so far under my skin it burns my viens.

I get a sickness in my stomach that tells me I shouldn't be…I shouldn't be thinking this way, but the way it's tosses and turns is just spuring me on and on.

And then there's the questions that always linger in the back of my head.

Can I look at you?

Can I touch you?

Can I love you?

Can I hurt you?

Can I break you?
 
Can I kill you?

And you know what each of those questions make my persona feel?

Like a fire.

One that was thought to be 
quelled, one that only gets stronger the more it's repulsed.
 
And it's like your a special type of water, one that doesn't steam up when you touch and play with a fire.

So now my final question is,

Will I see you tomorrow?