I don’t want to see you tonight
even though I really want to see you
because passions is high
like the temperature
and I’m afraid
of what I may do
under such tempestuous conditions.

Control
around you has been hard for me
because you are so firm,
so in place.
You have an easy resolve
while I am a balloon in a storm,
pushed wildly by the emotions
you give rise to.
It takes so little
for you to blow me away.

I am not prepared for you now,
not at all.
I’ve been freaking out a lot lately
and I don’t know
what I will become
after another taste
of whatever you choose to serve.

The fact that I yearn to see you
is probably the single best reason
to avoid you.
I will have to restrict myself
and stay separate
as long as these desires
maintain their pull.

Compartments can keep me safe
so I’ll remain cloistered away
enchanted in other activities
until the strength of this passion diminishes.
It can’t be long now.
How much longer
must I wait
to get over you?