The silence is maddening.

There you are,

handsome.

Leaning on your,

“white truck,”

that you say has no name.

Intelligent words,

humorous phrases,

spill out,

from your full pink lips.

Arm rested effortlessly,

like you’re posing for a picture.

And then there’s that smile,

so perfect,

it shatters my being,

a little each time.

Perfect white teeth,

wrapped in your,

full pink lips.

Kindness,

yet charm,

radiate from it.

But it has to be,

those stunning blue crystals,

that you have for eyes,

that make my heart,

s-skip,

a beat.

A desire to dive into them,

and soak up every thought,

every secret you have,

overwhelms me.

And never could I overlook,

those shiny blonde curls,

that beckon me to touch them,

seeming so soft.

For a moment,

I remember my own self,

standing before you.

But how could i forget,

with such a warm,

tingling,

unprecedented feeling,

swirling in my stomach.

Pretty little butterflies,

promise me,

you’ll stay.

The bottoms of my feet are burning,

on sizzling sands,

that are strangers to water.

The Sun,

so unbearably hot,

crisps each layer of my skin,

while they beg for mercy.

Tongue,

so dry,

day dreaming of ice cold water,

ha,

ha,

just  a mirage.

Echoes of my screams,

hit no walls,

endless space,

alone.

Eyes open,

heavy breathing.

Those are the nightmares,

that my heart is tortured with.

Poor old,

shriveled,

stitched up,

icy block.

Warmth,

in my hands,

in my chest,

down to my toes,

but most of all,

in my heart.

Wrapped up,

in nothing but your arms,

and your sheets.

Soft breathes,

At the base of my neck,

it tickles.

A giggle seeps through,

my bitten lips,

trying to hold in the imminent grin.

I slowly turn,

to see your smile,

so perfect,

it shouldn’t even exist.

Does it exist?

Do you exist?

You must be,

some imaginary man,

my heart and brain thought up one night.

But that can’t be,

because I’m not capable of thinking up,

You.

Alone,

in my bed,

wrapped in,

nothing but my thoughts,

and my sheets,

this is what crosses my mind.

I beg,

my heart,

to somehow make this true.