(The Parlour) Infatuation

Every time I see you walk in this shop

I swear 

My chest tightens just a bit 

Oh i swear 

You know I see you in your trainers

and your baggy jeans

But that is you

and I don't care

you walk on by me

And I swear

Seduction was named after you 

the sweet scent of your perfume pulls me in 

as if it were one of the dreaded riptides

But to the Shore

I do not swim

I do not desire the Shore

I want your starlight voice

to whisper Good morning 

into my dream filled soul

I dream of your Crimson hair

setting ablaze the air in my lungs

or your lips

seeping sweet poison of desire

into my veins

Oh Hell

Who am I kidding?

I would swallow the poison

content in its grip

This is Surly love

Isn't it?

i feel so alive

as I confess all that i have written here

and she smirks and says to me

as cold as a Gorgon

Infatuation

is not Love

now go

I have a life to live