Lovesick

For you, my heart thumps wildly.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII am like
a fifteen year old, floating on
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIa cloud
after her first kiss. I am like
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIa child
running on the hot sand of
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIa beach,
longing for the heat to die away.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII am like
someone stuck out in the cold,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIshivering,
wondering if I’ll ever feel warm
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIagain. I
am like a flower, weeping as each
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIof my petals
fly away in the wind. I am
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIexposed.