" you're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet, 

i could drink a case of you and still be on my feet. " 

48 hours ago i didn't even know your name,
i didn't even know things like this could manifest so rapidly.
48 hours ago i didn't know your heart,
and i didn't know this.
this.
this bitter, bitter, but deliciously sweet this.
i always get scared in the wake of people when we part,
and the wake you left in my soul after 48 hours of togetherness...
it's enough to scare the most seasoned sailor.
at first it was easy to shrug off the sweet things you whispered,
i had an idea of you planted in my head already,
and your whispers, at the time, only felt like generic lines.
but then you planted the real idea of you in my head,
as you would plant one of your trees.
but trees grow slowly,
while the idea of what you are did not.
it sprouted, and it did not lack for feed and drink,
and light.
it got it's nourishment from your touch,
and it's thirst went quenched from your words,
and the light from your eyes is enough to make the darkest forest bright.
i can't shake the fear, and it grows more every minute.
it grows with the memory of our instant connection,
and how easy, how undeniably easy it was to open my soul to you.
it feeds on the fear of your transient nature,
and on the words i spoke to you of my darkest secret.
it drinks from the comfort i felt in your presence,
that takes me weeks to feel around others.
its growing and taking root...
spreading its hyphae through my soul,
through my heart,
through my body.
absorbing nutrient from the honesty and laughter we shared.
from this strange and rare connection.
the fear is budding up and swallowing me whole,
but i'm a fearful pioneer of love,
and i'm stupid enough not to run.