To you...it's surreal

I'm surrounded by feelings
feelings of happiness
feelings of uncertainty that contain hope.
Every time you walk away I wish I could go with you-
crazy...my word of the week.
New ipod tunes today filled my ears on the train to 34th st.
Thoughts of you-
the train went faster.
What is this?
I have no fear all of the sudden.
I think of you all afternoon
all evening
I get off at 42nd
suddenly coming down the steps
in a crowd of hundres of people
you stood smiling.
My eyes couldn't believe it
my heart sunk for a time.
In a city full of millions of people
I run into the one my mind fixates on...we chat...
I die because I cannot control my urge to kiss you
I control it
As I walk up the stairs I turn around and look at you
I watch you smile-not noticing me staring at you.
I smile the rest of the evening.
I believe in signs-this was one.
This time has been number one for a long time...
thursday, friday, saturday...
I lay there
we speak words of honesty
I smile when I look at you
I can't help it.
Your smell is a sublime combination of cologne, liquor, weed, and my kisses.
This is totally new
completely different.
I truly have never felt like this before
Our talk of the opera
your eyes as you inquire about it
the moment my heart sunk?
when your hand slipped onto mine under the bar stool
I could have fell through the floor.
"You're not going back that far," I say...
"ok," you say.
We hop in the yellow car to an endless night of something sublime.
It flows into the day.
I stare at you on the train
your beautiful profile takes my breath away.
This has been a surprise
another apartment we are in
you have to get things
we stay, and strangely I'm comfortable.
once again staring into each others eyes
our souls recognizing each other
I can't figure it out
for now I'm happy just living the answers
this is superbly surreal
and I'm thrilled at the possibilities that abound with you.
Your kisses I'm missing for a couple of days
I will learn how to get to you
I must adjust
there's no questioning.
You walked out of the shower freshly wet
your towel wrapped around your beautiful body
I lay on the couch
you come near me and I take the towel off
and wrap my arms around your wet body
run my fingers through your wet, jet black hair
you dress and I watch you
I say you look hot
and this isn't superficial
there were just no words to explain fully.
Exhaustion sets in today
thoughts of sitting down with you
on the couch I'm about to crash on
u say it seemed natural
it did.
I'm all about you right now
wishing I could not be exhausted
quick questions of speed hit my mind
they suddenly leave
before they never left
always expecting the worst
I don't feel this-this doubt is not strong
not there.
My thoughts go to you as I fall asleep
until I see you again
I can close my eyes tonight.