I’ve always wanted to be exotic.
Be the one who was different, with some
eye-catching individuality
that snags
and tugs on your gut
and eats you from the inside
like a parasite.
I yearn to be a rarity.
To grab hold of
your heart and soul.
Be the twinkle in your stars for just
a moment.
To make you need
to be with me.
Subconsciously yank on a string
in your lungs
and stop your
breath just from
a glance.
A deadly infection that
does not allow escape from
thoughts of me.
I hunger for a
beautiful asymmetry.
A distinction that captures
the spirit and holds hostage
the very essence of your unsuspecting
body.
I long for an embodiment that
personifies the beauty
within.
Draws the soul to a love unlike any other.
I always wanted to be exotic.