All Over Again

I swear
you have no idea
what you do to me.

That smile.
The one you wear
when you know exactly
what you are doing.

You make me laugh.
Make me colour.
Make me want
to pull you in
and not give you back.

Near you
the room changes.
The space between us
does not last.

Your eyes stay.
My body answers.
The pull does not ask
if I can resist it.

You make me feel
beautiful.
Wanted.
Undone.

Somewhere between
the laughing,
the teasing,
the mouth on mine,
and the small things
I did not think to keep —

I fell.
Completely.

And still.
After all this time.
You look at me
that certain way
and the heart starts over
as if it never learned you.