Spiralling In

Even the slightest glimpse
of his face
leaves me dizzy
…delirious…
      …halfway
to demented;
held motionless
in the stillness
of his gaze,
…mesmerised…
like a mouse,
…waiting…
for the rattlesnake
to strike…

and that’s perfectly okay;
you see…
he’s placed his thumbprint
on my soul…
and it’s, really,
all the identification
that I need…