on girl number one

listening to the rhythms of your skin and tasting the elegance of your smile;
all i long to do is swim in the icy and unfathomable depths of your blue eyes;
it is no concern of mine whether i should perish from any number of plagues;
so long as your tears on my face are the last things i feel;
and your wine-tinged breath the last thing i smell;

i think to myself: is it logical, rational, normal...is it right?
to think about your smiling countenance and your soft-spoken words;
so many times in one day, or am i consumed by otherworldly forces;
that drive me to long for that which lies out of reach?

assail me with awkward hellos;
overwhelm me with half-hearted laughs;
seduce me with a smile...in return for one of my cigarettes;
don't look at me;

see me.