I want to take you in
absorb your essence
suck you dry.
All night long
I long for you
seeking to will you closer to me.
Thoughts of you constantly circle me
and I cannot bat them away.
I’m a vampire for you.

I imagine our future
where we are living
our own personal Happily Ever After
and the skies are golden hued
and electric blue
and our hearts, entwined, are true
I dream always
and forever
of we two,
I am a futurist for you.

Whether you stay or go away
I have been irrevocably interrupted
by your extraordinary existence.
You atomized that
which didn’t reference you.
I shamble, a husk,
seeking simply a moment of your time
– and maybe a bit of head.
Brains
that only you could provide
I am a zombie for you.

When you go, I die
just a little bit,
I am a ghost for you.
If you cry,
I wallow and drown.
I am a flower for you.
I search for your frowns and smiles
and twinkles and wrinkles,
always translating your secret codes,
a cryptologist
for you.

How this happened
I’m not certain
though, I suspect,
something in your being
is so immense
so unimaginable
that, like radiation to a superhero,
you make me monstrous
and adaptable
and bigger than I could have been
before you.

You have created me
and destroyed me
and made me rise
and rise again.
So maybe,
at the last,
I’m a yeast infection
for you.