I am drawn

always,

to the things

that I know

can never be mine.

I wonder,

is it part of your charm,

to appear so

unharmed,

unmarred by

all that is I?

You remain

nonchalant

and assured

knowing how

I must feel.

Knowing that

you have wrapped

the very essence

of me

around each of your fingers.

and oh!

how I crave

to sprawl,

to crawl,

to fall

deeply, deeper

into the warmth

I have discovered

is you.