when i left you in the sunlit stairwell when i left you in the sunlit stairwell and i turned away to let the bushybeard in i had no idea that i'd be sitting here half an hour later still thrilling at our touch with no focus no flow just reveling in the warmth i found within my core it doesn't help that my personality is one of passion that i delve into the feelings rather than fleeing them as i should that i just remembered what this is all about while you, sitting there, tried to forget tried to explain i'm sending this to you not as part of my flirtatious self not as literary amusement not as a way to woo but rather just to tell you that i'm not as strong as i thought i was that i remember now why i've preferred to be alone that i have to write this or i can't write any more today that i'm amazed you set this off with a simple hug and that you're more right than you ever knew that this is too dangerous to play with -- and child that i am, i hate to accept it.

Manish Vij