Blissing Me

All of my mouth was kissing him Now, into the air, I am missing him Is this excess texting a blessing? Two music nerds obsessing He reminds me of the love in me I'm celebrating on a vibrancy Sending each other mp3s Falling in love to a song This handsomest of wickermen He asked if I could wait for him Now, how many lightyears this interim While I fall in love with his songs? His hands are good in protecting me Touching and caressing me But would it be trespassing Wanting him to be blissing me Robbing him of his youth? Cliffhanger like suspension My longing has formed its own skeleton Bridging the gap between singletons Sending each others these songs The interior of these melodies Is perhaps where we are meant to be Our physical union a fantasy I just fell in love with a song So, I reserve my own intimacies I bundle them up in packages My rawward longing far too visceral Did I just fall in love with love?