I figure he must feel like a god,

sitting right by you, face to face and listening

to your honey words, your muted laughter,

feeling your breath on his lips

 

When I look at you my heart

bangs and stutters in my chest,

my voice freezes in my throat,

a faint blue flame runs flashing beneath my skin,

my sight darkens and the blood roars in my ears,

a cold damp pallor sweeps over my face

and I’m shaking and I feel just that close

to dying