obsession

there is no beginning or end to my love
mania night and day
I collect you in pieces
to add to the shrine
they say it's obsession
but feels so sublime

One time I might touch you
One time I might hold
The bolstered replacement
is candle-lit cold
One day I might kiss you
One day I might caress
I'll never give up
yet I'll never confess

Perched outside your window
the weeping willow
I watch your nightly routine
grip and straddle your pillow

I may perish from this plane
without speaking a word
There's no stalking you, night owl
it's a notion absurd