My Love

More mysterious than red blood on white underwear at 13
Your love, unconditional, yet conditional at the same time.
Always keeping me on my toes, the way you work.
My head fuzzy,
my eyes unfocusing on anything but you.
This constant dance, advance, retreat.
You know the steps so well
I cannot dance with you, i don't know the steps
You push buttons I didn't know I posessed
I want you, you are sure of this,
so confident in your knowing.
I will chase, and beg, you will smile, because...
You...
Know...
Just...
How...
To...
Push.