a life so dry, i rush to wet it with tears,
for anyone who gives me their time of day.

i'm flushed pink and blinded by consideration.
they make my heart race with common courtesy.

their simple desire is to know me,
though hopeless in cowardice, i wish to gratify it in every way.

my doubt is swallowed when i’m engulfed by the notion
that i pass through the channels of their mind.

maybe it’s the scrunch of their nose,
when they’re so gracefully disconcerted, that draws me in.

perhaps their grey eyes or the gaps of their teeth,
are what charm me with their image.

but the image of someone who cares,
my god, is alluring enough.

i will admire any feature of an accepting host,
a lovesick parasite.