Blissing Me (Cornucopia Live)

All of my mouth was kissing him

Now, into the air I am missing him

Is this excess texting a blessing

Or just two music nerds obsessing?

This handsomest of wickermen

He asked if I could wait for him

Now, how many lightyears this interim

While I'm falling 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?

The interior of these melodies

Is perhaps where we are meant to be

Our physical union a fantasy

I just fell in love

So I reservе my intimacies

I bundle them up in packagеs

My rawward longing far too visceral

Did I just fall in love with love?