when he looks at me his eyes swallow me whole

I cannot tell if I am swimming in affection or drowning in it

my fingers spread and crumple his bedsheets and he stares that ever-hungry gaze

temporary obsession is a typical routine

followed only by slow fades and a cold front

caution keeps me warm from the frigid ice

I call in the bomb threat at soon as I sense it

this is a warning to all those who try;

love is no longer something I can let live

and let lie