Chrysanthemum

I look in your eyes and see a serene green My visions taste like chrysanthemum A scene of a place I've never seen Your skin as soft as the vapor in my lungs Overflowing and suffocating my brain Caressing the back of your hand with my thumb I feel oxytocin cloud my nerves and mind Unable to form thoughts, I feel high Lying on the ground, hypnotized You taste the way brisk linen smells Your hair radiant as a dragonfly in the Sun A twinge in my stomach and I can't tell If I abhor or agapao you Yearning for off this carousel