I'll make you
heady with my increasing need,
amused with my laughter at your jokes,
stark naked with trust.
I'll make you
flat-running scared of my insanity,
proud of the flight of my fanaticism,

I'll do things for you, say things you've never heard,
hold your umbrella, read myself into everything you write,
steal glaces at you, looking for myself,
warm rushes at each smile,
electric-sharp liquid waves of sound,
or something that feels like sound,

I'll worship; I'll put you high
up and grovel and feel
less than worthy.

I'll make you.

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