sparks

dont mean to
scare you
with
lingering stares
these
starry eyed moments
this
willingness to share
been told
my sort of kisses
are
too much
too soon
too fast
and far
too much to handle
to spark hot
enough
to last
somethings
telling me
you underestimate
the fire
smoldering behind
this mind
arms are empty
but they're longing
for you to climb inside
there is a
thunder roll
that's coming and
its striking
without warning
too much
too soon
too fast
and far
too much to handle
unless you rise to
this occassion
and run with me
to battle