Tendrils

Those rogue strands
of your hair

that
flutter about freely,
as you sit
in front of me,
unaware
of my adoring gaze,

they excite me
and depress me
at the same time,
they leave me
desiring
to reach out, and
to touch,
to twirl them around my finger,

but I hold back,

yet I feel it swell within me,

I still hold back,

and steal another glance,
all I can do now
is look
and wish
these words help
diminish the feeling,
help pop this bubble
growing in my chest,

when
it is really them
that inflates it,
that feeds this fire