Medusa

You have become a sort of curiosity Your eyes wander up and I watch you Gravitate toward me Like a forbidden, foreign thing I can’t speak For fumbling for foothold I am upturned and reeling My mouth hurts from shyly grinning Why are you so beautifully strange? Your hands perched on the desk beside I lean into you as you speak, My thoughts throbbing and body weak Why are you so uniquely intricate? With depths longing to be Unfettered, eyed naked Conquered Somehow I fell for you with hardly any words; I drifted into a sleep vivid and new I was drawn like weathered moths A moon-stricken tide— The mournfully lost You are an anomaly I stand, pupils stagnantly wide And take you in like a dream in the night.