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it comes in waves


in the form of smiles

i can’t control


of flames

licking at my walls

melting them


in the ecstasy of skin

and breath

and laughter

in bed


of anxiety

checking my phone

for your reply


i’m afraid

i am attaching again

but maybe

this time

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