björk: 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?