Cliche

As soon as I see you
Every cliché beats relentless through me,
Because my mind is incapable
Of comprehending the feeling,
When your fingers rest on my arm
So light, so tender, so right,
And each hair stands to greet that touch,
And I feel warm.
I am trying to describe it,\how it feels,
But can do it no justice,
Just as I can do no justice
To how I feel when you are gone,
And again every cliché from the depths
Spring forward to my mind as I
Dive
Deeper
And try to hold
A memory of your touch, your kiss,
A moment of bliss,
What is that?
The truth of a kiss?
Another cliché,
Because my mind isn’t strong enough,
Not to conjure you up,
Not to conjure your touch,
Not enough,
This is too much,
And I can’t sleep,
And when I do sleep,
I dream about it,
How it feels to be without it,
And it hurts,
And I want to scream about it,
But I can’t
Because I don’t want to be seen to show how I really feel about it,
In case it seems like I am too keen about it,
So I hold tight and wait,
Hope that it won’t be too late
The next time I see you,
Because if it is,
Then that’s that,
And this is it,
A cliché?
A little bit.
But it’s too impossible,
It’s too shit,
To feel so lost,
I don’t want to have to pay the cost,
So keep me close,
And I’ll be yours.