Can anyone else see that blinding light?

This doesn't have a name yet.... it is a snapshot.

How could this be,
this surely can't be real.
This wasn't meant to happen,
in a way I hoped it never would.
Safe within the world of words
I lived day after day,
abstractly hoping for you to come
but wishing stronger for you to stay away.
Sentences are safe, are sure,
the rules stand firm and strong.
Structure lives in and on and around
the pages, they weave inward, outward
gripping me tightly as they sing their knowing tone.
But my land full of known and wondrous things
doesn't brush a hand across my cheek.
There are no rules dictating how I must feel
when your lips whisper those words to me.
Your skin, rougher than my own
glides and softly molds to my own:
hair so black, like silken onyx,
twines so effortlessly through my fingers.
Fear pulsates through my veins,
terror grips fiercely at my heart.
You are not predictable,
this feeling, these passions are out of my control.
I want you more than I could spell
with words thought of long ago,
but you don't fit between my pages,
you don't confine to my safe, meatphorical world.