i have never felt so overwhelmed:
this is like the hammering of my heart and the sweating
of my palms when i'm on a busy train, but in a good way.
you stop the panic.
you catch moths for me at midnight no matter
how irrational you think hiding under the cover is.
you pull me close when you're unconscious
and squeeze me from inside your dream.
but i cannot help the burning ball at the back of my throat
every time you hold my hand or kiss me on
the forehead or say the words first.
i refuse to believe that the feeling that sets
my nerve endings on fire can be reciprocated
i refuse to acknowledge a love as big as this
can flow in two directions
and the vulnerability of your requital is what terrifies me most.