Viscosity

I'll wake suddenly in the night
Drenched
And also sweating
Your blood seeking my blood
With the iron rolling through my veins 
Pulling me out of bed

Willing you to share in my fever that gets you behind the wheel
And driving straight into me
While I'm running on the heartbeat of an anxious metronome
Wanting to run all over you

Please
Crash into me like a tidal wave
Made with the violence of a monsoon

I beg you to let me bathe my hot fingers into your skin
And you're welcome to do the same

Help me with my own tide to carry it all away

Childhood psychology

And often as faulty as a house aged a hundred years,
Sketchy and light and like boards in the attic
You were afraid to step on for fear that they were rotten
When you thought they could hold your weight.
I am terrified of stepping over that catching line,
I am 4 years old and afraid of the closet darkness,
But I want to touch that forbidden phantom
Swaying a shadowy invitation
That may be as harmless and warm
Fetching as that fleece sweater
I forgot about that reminds me of everything I love so.
Soft and inviting, but I am pinned to a prison like bed in a comforter
That's not living up to it's name.

I can't hear shit.

With lock step ease and equal parts compulsion
I couldn't disengage from eye contact across a loud and crowded room
The shock or finding my gaze already met
Might strike me deaf before the sound system