How overwhelmingly scary, you can love someone like this:
that the blood coursing through you is just mellowed by thoughts
you bleed
warmly
and know that at any given time you touch this person, he would be warm
you know, alive,
every inch of his skin
every strand of hair
down to every marks and scars and freckles and moles
love exist for you in the most glorious form
and this person
you see
was made so near to you
for you to reach out
for them to teach you how to be just a little bit more alive
just unobtainable enough for you to keep them away
from the world, from harm
