it comes in waves

waves

in the form of smiles

i can’t control


waves

of flames

licking at my walls

melting them


waves

in the ecstasy of skin

and breath

and laughter

in bed

waves

of anxiety

checking my phone

for your reply

waves

i’m afraid

i am attaching again



but maybe

this time

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