Blurted

Baptised by your eyes.
Mesmerised,
transfixed,
heart races,
am I staring?
How dare I assume?
resuming the demeanour
returning,
despite urgent yearning,
to default
setting
mode
My fault for letting,
forgetting my feelings,
setting
my freedoms free.
So pardon me miss,
formality insists
I desist,
from audacious rambunctious frivolity.