A Touch of Infatuation

A Poem

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oh, it creeps up
slow as sin
but bold as tinder
slowly coaxing
a firestorm to life.

oh, you tell yourself
he’s not the one —
but you’re fascinated
in spite of yourself,
captured.

and the signs are all there —
like how you can’t stop
wondering
what it would be like
if he were here.

and the whims are all there —
like how you taste the lie
but wish
for more, ever more,
as if you can’t get enough.

oh, it’s a game
that you like to play
to show you’re clever
as if you’re a child
hungering after praise.

oh, it’s a tryst
of the senses —
the push and the pull —
but you’d never admit
how you like to be right.