Blissing Me (Live)

All of my mouth was kissing him
Now, into the air, I am missing him
Is this excess texting a blessing?
Or just two music nerds obsessing

This handsomest of wickermen
He asked if I could wait for him
Now, how many light-years this interim
While I fall in love with his songs?

His hands are good in protecting me
Touching and caressing me
But would it be trespassing
Wanting him to be blissing me
Robbing him of his youth?

The interior of these melodies
Is perhaps where we are meant to be
Our physical union a fantasy
I just fell in love

So, I reserve my own intimacies
I bundle them up in packages
My rawward longing far too visceral
Did I just fall in love with love?