Isotope

Maybe I have a book of reasons, new thoughts. Maybe I am radioactive, unstable in faith. Over compensating. I am paying the price for a life I can't remember, sun danger generating. Slow breathing when I have knives in my mind. I can't free myself from your mass. I am a touch away but we're so close we could kiss. So close I can see the blue swirling in your eye like a pebble thrown into a lake. I feel you moving closer to me. My next mistake, a dangerous kiss, lips I can't resist. I want to fall into your sirocco and decay like an orange, to see the beauty of real love.