Limerence

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Trace the shape of her nose with your lips

The perspiration on her brow

The scent of her perfume

Makes you dizzy, manic

You’re an addict

A line of cocaine

A shot of tequila guzzled

down your throat,

straight to your head

gripping your heart

Suffocating you so

You’re drawn

in, it’s hard to describe,

like a dream you had

Yesterday morning,

starting to subside

It’s summer,

the days seem to fade

within each other

You’re pulled in

deeper,

the way the moon

drags the ocean to shore,

over and over and over,

You wonder if you’ve been here before

Your legs intertwine

Gentle back rubs

Blissful Eskimo kisses

Pillow talk

Time turns the page, and

the good old days do what they do

There’s a lingering…

A dream you had, yesterday morning

well before dawn

and you wonder