Inflamed

I love her shadow

Is this how Sappho felt

To obsess over every inch

Of her physical being

The way her hair falls and flies

Taking my heart with it

Her essence enraptures me

The way she breathes happiness

Into the air around her with a laugh

And her smile

The way it slides across her face

And enhances her

Beauty inch by inch

I want to carry my camera everywhere

to capture her in a still form

So she can see what I see

When her image blesses my eyes

I hate my need to know all of her

The way she feels

What she thinks

Of life

Of the universe

Of a movie

Of me

I hate that this is my first love

Because I know how much this will hurt

Since she will never love me

Not the way I love her

She will never know these feeling

As I bottle them up

Keep them contained

I bury these feelings deep inside

And set my heart aflame

I cremate this love

And scatter its ashes in the sea of my mind

So that I can still feel this way again someday

The embers remain

So I can spark a new love