Infatuation

I have a thought that whispers and haunts me,
and upon it alone dwell my reflections inside.
It banished all other thoughts; made them leave-
a solitary wanderer now sole resident of my mind.

 

Where once musings ceaselessly drifted, danced about,
a storm has gathered and is brewing in their place.
The wind of that whispering wanderer driving out
those occupants drowning,fleeing from its crashing waves.

 

I am trapped, tangled in amongst these twisting vines
that twirl and spiral 'round my body and limbs.
A mere fly, helpless in an intricate web entwined,
anticipating the stealthy approach of this spider's whims.

 

Think, think! Who could this contemptible wretch be?
He that steps still closer, yet already holds me in his grasp...
What is this seeping pleasure I've inflicted on me?
This treacherous state I willingly brought to pass?

 

Yes, yes, is it possible that you are that mystery being?
The one that foams like a sea inside my head;
dissolving, devouring all else...inhabiting my dreaming...
I focus, not on what I ought, but on you, instead.

Author's Note

...and so it all began. That new stage of me I cannot, would not, be rid of...at that time is was a baby, nothing but infatuation...but like all babies, it grew, matured...