SpaghettiBurrito.com big ideas for small times: You set my soul on fire

You set my soul on fire

And I don't know why
when I look at the way
The back of your back meets the back of your leg
I feel like melting
into the little sheets in the little bed in your little house.
And I feel so big
and brave
Like I could do anything and at the same time
I am frozen
and powerless
to move.
So I do nothing instead.

The perfect symmetry of your perfect face
taunts me
to rub your arm to poke your chest
and screams for me
to scream to you
and yet here I lie in silence
slowly dying and being born at the same time
like a child leaving the light and marching into the darkness.
Like a vampire.

You make me not want to answer the phone.
I could look forever into your chest your arms your back
just counting the number of lines in your years of tattoos.
And I make up imaginary answers
to imaginary questions
while I wait for you to open your eyes and say let's go.
Which one was first
the number fourteen
five phallic shooting stars disappearing into you
and calling to me.
And then the day begins
and the phone rings
and it's over.
And it starts
again.