Let all days be today.

You Are Out of My Control
When I see you

I remember the time
when I was shot with adrenaline,
that time the bees stung me all over.
It felt as if my heart would explode.

Will my heart explode
a little at a time
now that you have stung me all over?

When I see you

I taste
the three flavor, triple-scoop
banana split
that made a mess
of my newly laundered shirt.

I have tasted your many flavors.
What sort of mess
will we make?

When I see you

I feel again my worst sunburn
my back soothed
with cool, numbing aloe.

How will we burn now?
Is there an unguent
that works to numb our pain?

But when I don't see you

I feel the bone deep nausea begin
and my stomach is knotted in
sour leaps of fear
and then I see you
and I drag my
exploding,
messy,
burning self
to the only one whose touch
is so much like an abundant opioid
running like sugar through my brain.

I am powerless to resist.