He

He follows me 

every whisper spoken

each word that has fallen unto this white paper he reads

and like the bread crumbs on the ground 

I have placed them there purposefully 

He is craving, a desire that upon sight my temperature rises

my breathing becomes heavy 

and my mind can no longer focus

I am drawn into him 

 I am now smitten

filled with the possibilities

and yet ...

 fearful of opening a door long since shut