Unhinged

I don’t even know what you do to me, but I know I want it to keep happening; You are a mystery I cannot fathom; I try to sound your depths, and even sinking into them I cannot tell just how far you reach, how far down I am willing to descend. Is it madness for me to want you, is it rapture I feel when your skin touches mine? Your soft breath whispers in my year, your heartbeat the rhythm I dance to, everything I think about faded in your shadow. How do I live, eat, sleep, without you, as I did for so many years before knowing you exist? I am an empty threshold, doorless, unhinged.