Love · Love-Smitten
Captivated by You. Yes, Bring it On. And May God Help Me
You push up the temperature in the room to dangerous levels. From the dance floor to the bar, Dave tracks every visual detail of captivation: the effortless glide, the surreptitious glance on the edge of a smile, the sticky web of honey and molasses.
Positive Love Poetry can burn hot without turning dark. The speaker willingly flies off course toward candy-store love, becoming the fuse that ignites a burst of white magnesium light. Passion celebrated, not mourned.
You push up the temperature
in the room
to dangerous levels.
From the crave to the rave,
I am enthralled by you.
From your entrance, to your
effortless glide around
the dance floor to the bar.
From your surreptitious glance
at me, on the edge of a smile,
to your snipping the film in half.
I’m speechless; you engross me.
I am trapped in your sticky web
of honey and molasses and stuff
not to get stuck on your shoes.
At the same time, it’s fair to admit
to purposefully flying off course,
in search of your candy store love.
For you, I would consider
telling them
where I hid the sky of stars;
well, as soon as they realize
that the sky’s been
black for a while and
the nighttime is dye.
You have made me into the fuse, you
will use to ignite you to intensify your
own fire, and we will both be a burst,
the white light of raging magnesium.