Love Drug

2 of yous.
far north and south,
from the center of me.
your thoughts,
character,
pasts,
are like scattered seeds.
never able to pick them up,
neither can i get close.
as they are fenced by my fears,
my past,
my diffidence.
lush green exquisite seeds,
tempting my inner being.
to reach out,
allowing the bloodcurdling barbed wires
to flesh through my skin.
but i lay low,
as i know.
i am not ready,
not fit enough to finish the race.
not mature enough to grow the seeds.

so please.
you the seed,
roll out if you please.
to make me whole.
for i am so yearning.
for your care.