Without willing it,
My heart has somehow
found itself wanting you.
Who would have thought,
given our shaky beginning?
I blame it on Sunday.
On the closeness of your body
when sitting next to mine.
I blame it all on the way
your beautiful eyes
threaten to drown me
in their clear depths.
I’ve held myself apart
for the whole of my life,
wishing for touch
to enter this deprived life
that is mine.
You blew in without a doubt,
knowing without qualm
what I had longed for.
You provided it without
any second thoughts.
Before you,
I thought I had tasted desire,
but no, it was nothing like this.
Where my body shivers,
not from the cold,
but from the erotic imaginings
of my mind
when you are tossed in.
I lust after you.
Plain and simple.
A true lust
that occurred without my knowledge.
You took me from loneliness
I didn’t even knew that I had felt.
Forgotten it was
among other obsessions.
What am I to do?
Is it so wrong
to think of you
while smiling deliriously?
I don’t have a clue
what to do,
except yearn to be at your side
from here on out.
I’m successfully confused.
I had expected to be annoyed,
even seriously uninterested.
Beginning Saturday day,
I was assured this was so.
Saturday evening,
I wasn’t so sure.
Sunday changed all that.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017