Writer's Block

not to steal
from sarah kay,
but
“you are the worst thing
that has ever happened--
--to my poetry”.
And I mean
that's not to say
I suffer from
only writers block
because i'm too
happyjoyfulecstatic
to be writing
but
you are the worst thing
that has ever happened
to my schoolwork
to my responsibilities
to my dignity?
and I find myself wishing
for more hours in the day
so I can think about
you
your hands in mine
and your eyes
scanning my face
like a barcode-reader
only you can't find a UPC code
so you search and search
until you finally figure out the price
which is my smile.
99 cents
but for you, it's free.
See,
I am terrible.
I come up with analogies
that make no sense
and I wish I could be creative again
but all I want to do
is curl up on the bed
my hands folded in prayer
and you,
your breath is on my neck
your kisses in my ear
your eyelashes brushing my cheek
God
you've emptied me of all feeling
except floating
and i've never
ever
felt so alive.